Zoey's house.

*Click*

Tomorrow? Babe I can't go out tomorrow. *Zoey rubbed her neck with ice, trying to soothe the hickeys.*

...So you're telling me both today and tomorrow you're busy with work?

Yeah. Tomorrow I close, and by the time we close, I won't want to hang out.

...Well...what if we, you know. Skip the hanging out part?

Oh my my. Aren't you feisty. *Recalling her exact words to Tyler, she felt sick.*

...I've got it bad for you, kid. Not even for that?

I'll probably just fall asleep.

...Ugh. You're the worst. Fine -- what about... *she heard him rummaging through what sounded like a calendar.* What about Saturday?

*She figured the hickeys would be gone by next week.* Yeah, I can do Saturday. I don't work that day.

...Ooops. I actually work late that day. What about the day before -- Friday?

Nope. I uh, *'I made plans to cheat on you that day.' She thought. Her stomach sank.* I close that day.

...Yeah, but you're not working the day after. You can't stay up and hang out with your good ol' pal who just so also happens to be your boyfriend on that day? C'mon, Zoey. I promise I'll make it worth your while.