She'll be a delivery girl

"I'll be. . . a delivery girl!" She declared.

David stared blankly at her.

"Okay, I never said it was an exciting idea," she shrugged, "but Amazon is always hiring contractors, and if I'm going to be keeping my car I should at least get some proper use out of it. That's better than paying for the insurance just to let it rust."

"You're right," her boyfriend nodded, "that's a good idea. Have you looked into when you could start?"

A knowing smile spread across Jenna's face. "Yes I have, in fact, I'm starting tomorrow. See? I'm more than just a pretty face."

David laughed, nearly **** on his bacon. "But it is a very pretty face, though," he coughed out. In an instant, Jenna blushed again, smiling wryly.

"Baaaabe," she whined, kicking him gently again in mock disappointment at his corniness. After that, dinner passed quickly, with the two of them musing with modest excitement about what Jenna's first day would be like, before moving on into the living room. To be frank, the thought of a job made butterflies mix with the bacon and potato in Jenna's stomach.

The part time job she'd had in university had been fun, but it wasn't the sort of thing she could imagine herself doing now, and she had wound that down to only one day a week in her final year anyways. Since she had moved in with David, she hadn't worked either, so now the prospect of a real job was a little daunting to her, even if it was only part time.

Despite her trepidations, the rest of the evening marched on regardless, and soon she raised her head from where it lay on David's lap to see that it was 8pm. Pushing herself up, she stretched her shoulders and yawned cutely.

"I think I'm gonna turn in now," she murmured, swinging her feet to the floor.

"What, already?" David paused whatever show they had been half watching, "it's only just gone 8pm."

"I know," Jenna replied, "but I'm meant to be there bright and early tomorrow, and I don't want to be late on my first day."

Her boyfriend sighed and drummed his fingers on his knee, a telltale sign Jenna recognized that meant he had something on his mind, but he wasn't sure if he should say it.

"What is it?" She asked, worried that it was something important. As he drummed up the courage she took another step closer to him, resting her hand on his shoulder and leaning her face down towards him. That might have been a mistake, as getting a view of her DD cleavage down her top seemed to embarrass David even further, but it did at least finally spur him into speaking.

"It's nothing, just. . . " David blushed and looked away, reminding Jenna of the schoolboy she had started dating 4 years ago. "I was hoping we could. . . y'know?"