Delia looked at me, questioning my last statement.

“Are you sure we left the turkeys in the garage?”

I nodded, almost positive I was right. She sighed, defiantly putting her hands on her hips.

“Nope, they’re not in the back either.”

Wes climbed out of the back of the Wish catering truck, wiping his hands on his pants. “This happens all the time,” Delia said, looking at me, giving her best puppy-dog face. I sighed drammaticly, rolling my eyes. “Fine, I’ll go get them, where are the keys to the truck?” She handed them to me.

“Thanks so much, I owe you one.”
“Oh, I know.”
“No, really, you don’t, you’re a real lifesaver Macy.”

I walked to the truck, toying with the keychain, twirling it on my finger. Ever since I started working with Wish, I had been running back to the house or store for numerous things. But I didn’t really mind, it was better than the info desk.

“Macy, can you bring me back my jacket too, I left it there.”

Wes smiled sweetly at me.

In fact, it was much better…