Song Rec'd: No High — David Kushner.
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I serve Reese her breakfast and head upstairs. It's been a while, and he still isn't back.
When I arrive, his bedroom door is wide open. He's slipping on his wristwatch on the cabinet, and I notice he's still wearing his wedding band, which is probably a good sign.
I cough to get his attention. He looks at me but says nothing before turning back to arrange his curls. He's wearing a pair of loose, wide-legged formal trousers and a short-sleeved button-up shirt that's tucked in. He looks always so good. This look is simple yet stunning.
"You've already got the meeting handled, right?" he breaks the silence.
"Yes, but—"
"Okay then. I'll be at work today," he says casually, moving to his desk to pick up a few things.
