"I lied about finishing my paperwork." My head hung sheepishly at the confession.
"I know," Gabe responded matter-of-factly.
"What? And you didn't say anything?"
"You always eventually come clean."
Chewing on my lower lip, I wondered what else Gabe already suspected. "I brought my laptop so you can make me finish."
He leaned in. "What's your deal with the new job?"
"Nothing."
"Molly..."
I gulped, fidgeting. "I'm just really busy with everything. I run out of time to finish it all."
Gabe's raised eyebrows told me he didn't buy it. "So the problem is time management?"
Now my throat was dry and I couldn't maintain eye contact. "What else did Toby tell you?"
"What else do you need to tell me?"
"I asked you first," I pouted, now daring to glance at him with big puppy eyes.
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