Zach: Yes…
Me: The romcom, correct? Just want to be certain I get this right for your street cred chart.
Zach: YES DAMMIT
Me: I’m not laughing.
Zach: You are, which is why I didn’t want to tell you.
Me: I’m wildly impressed that you did. Most guys would just scour the internet to find his most macho movie, spit out a generic fact about it, and call it their favorite.
Me: You just scored big in my book.
Me: Hey, Zach?
Zach: Yeah?
Me: I’m still laughing.
Zach: I’m glad I accomplished something today, though making you laugh wasn’t my intent…
Me: Honestly, it helped. There was a wicked rude customer in earlier and my manager was involved, so your confession made my night.
Zach: You’re at work at this hour?
Me: Yes, but only because I’m filling in for someone else. I don’t usually stay this late on weeknights.
Zach: I have a strict eight-to-five schedule, no weekends. I had to implement it after I realized I was working about 100 hours a week and had zero social life. Not that I have a social life now, but it’s the principle of it.
Me: We can be no-social-life-having losers together! *high five*
Zach: HUZZAH
Me: Yeah, whatever that means. Gotta run. Cleanup duty is calling!
Zach: Farewell, handmaiden.
Me: So clever…NOT.
“Come on, Delia, please. One drink and we can leave.”
“We have alcohol in this very house. We don’t need to go out and buy overpriced drinks.”
Zoe huffs and throws a hand to her hip. “You haven’t left this house for a social anything in like three weeks. You need to go out, if only for one drink. Please, I’m starting to worry about you.”
“There’s nothing to worry about, Zoe. I’m fine. I have plenty to do here.”
“You’ve rearranged my closet…twice, and you organized the freezer because you didn’t like where I put the peas. You have to go out and do something besides shuffle everything around before I can’t find a damn thing in this apartment ever again.”
“I think that’s a little excessive,” I mutter. When she pins me with a glare, I roll my eyes and pull myself off my bed. “Fine. One drink and we scram.”
“Deal!” She claps her hands together and giggles. “This is going to be fun! Wear something cute.”
She’s zooming out of my room and into hers, where I hear her rummaging around her closet while muttering about how she can’t find anything. I smirk and set about getting ready myself.
I assume we’re headed down to Lola’s, so I know what I can get away with clothes-wise. I pull out a striped blue and white tee and a pair of black leggings, throwing them on as Zoe comes flying back into my room.
“I invited a few friends. Hope you don’t mind! Bye!”
