Panel 1: Shay is walking behind the couch to the front door as he finished up his food. Aspen is leaning over the couch looking up at him.
Aspen: Anyway, you could work with me as a courier and have weekends off for once.
Panel 2:
Aspen: You never know, it could be fun.
Shay: Hard pass.
Panel 2: Shay turns to Aspen, half annoyed and half cheeky. She doesn't fully care as she leans back on the couch.
Shay: Why would I go from one dead end delivery job to another?
Aspen: PFFT. You're just mad because you have to deliver gross pizza.
Panel 3: Shay grimaces as Aspen plops back down onto the couch.
Shay: Aspen.
Aspen: Can't say I didn't offer.
Shay: ... I'm going to work.
Panel 4: Shay reaches for the handle of the front door.
Aspen: (off screen) OH, right!
Panel 5: Aspen is back to lounging on the couch, looking up from her phone, as she remembers what else she needed to say. Shay looks over his shoulder, hand still on the door knob.
Aspen: I'm going to be out pretty late tonight, so don't wait up.
Shay: Not your mom, but okay.
