June sat and waited for Jimmy outside his office, sweaty hands firmly clasped together in her lap. She couldn’t place the last time she wore proper trousers, let alone a button down shirt, but June was dressed to impress — even if the person she was impressing was only Jimmy. June wanted to prove that she could be put together, both mentally and physically.
When he opened his office door, June stood with a jolt, those hot, sweaty hands perfect to work wrinkles out of the thighs of her pants. June smiled big. She reached her arms out for a hug. “Uncle Jimmy,” she said, sweet as sugar. “Long time no see.”
Without waiting for any response, June click-clacked forward and wrapped her arms around her (now much older, much wider) uncle for a bone crushing hug. June had heard the updates, knew all about Holland and Aubrey and the twins, and had endless opinions on the matter. But she shoved them all down. Put on a game face. If she was going to work with Uncle Jimmy, she was going to have to play friendly, pretend like she wasn’t actively judging his choices in Shore sister group chat.
“Place still looks the same,” June said, looking around appreciatively. “I don’t think I’ve been here since I was a kid and you got me that apple sauce commercial. Remember?” She chucked a little, now standing up straight. “What an agent you are, I haven’t had a job since.”