Jessica seemed to be deep in thought. She had never stopped blaming herself, even though I kept telling her that it's not her fault. I mean, she feels a responsibility for her brother, and I admire that. Finally, she said, "I would like you to come. I will have your back," she looked at me with pleading eyes, "Please..."
I sighed, "Fine, but I'll need help figuring out what to wear."
Jessica squealed and hugged me, "Oh, thank you. I will never forget this."
Our boss, Chris, coughed loudly, letting us know that our conversation was over. I had been done wiping tables for five minutes, it was time to get back to work...