Ruth was not going to watch the clock. She wasn't. It was rude, for one thing. He wasn't even late yet, and so what if he was, a little? They'd agreed he'd pick her up around six to go for burgers, and somewhere around six it would be.
Ruth realized her youngest sister Clara was smirking at her.
"What?"
"Jay's a hottie," Clara said.
Ruth rolled her eyes. "Further expose at 10," she muttered good-naturedly, administering the proper consequences of such remarks, tousled hair.
And immediately afterward, found herself brushing Clara's hair out of her eyes again.
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