Grown-ish

(Smiles) That's what the banks want you to think.

Hey. Come here.

She sits next to him. He doesn't try to fix it. He just pulls a fuzzy blanket over her shoulders. grown-ish

(Raising her broth) To dollars.

Zoe's mom texts: "So… grandkids?"

I got the job. Community outreach coordinator. It pays actual dollars.

She cries. Not because she's sad, but because she's tired. Aaron hears her from the couch. (Smiles) That's what the banks want you to think

Zoe hangs up and sighs. Her phone buzzes. A text from Aaron: "U up? My roommate brought home a synth. Need to escape. Couch available?"