Davina nodded as she walked over to the oven, checking on the dinner. "Yeah, I ended up staying late at work. I've only been home a bit over an hour." She wiped her hands on a dishtowel before pulling some plates from the cupboard and handing them to Jay. She still found it hard to believe sometimes that she was so domestic -- she was certain no one from her graduating class ever would have believed that Davina DeMilles would not only end up engaged -- sans pregnancy -- but would also cook dinner and enjoy it. Most of the time.
"So, how was your day?" Davina asked, always genuinely interested in Jay's days. His school sounded way more interesting than her evening classes with four other women -- all over fifty -- were.