“Not jealous, dude.”
“You would be if you knew what I was smiling about.” I turn around and grin, walking backward through my door. He rolls his eyes with a sigh, and I laugh as I slam the door shut.
Since my lunch break was spent in the bathroom on the ninth floor, I’m still starving. However, I can’t leave my office again, so I text my roommate, Drew.
Travis: Dude, bring me a sandwich! I’m starving!
Drew: Didn’t you eat on your lunch?
Travis: Not exactly…
I send back, knowing he’ll understand what I mean.
Drew: Do I even wanna know?
I smirk.
Travis: Let’s just say… I was the meal, and she loved every last swallow.
Drew: How you don’t get your ass laid out and canned from your job, I’ll never know.
I imagine him shaking his head in disapproval.
Travis: It’s the charm, bro.
Drew: Unlikely.
Travis: So, come on… bring me something to eat before I die.
Drew: Can’t…stuck doing bitch work till five.
I groan. He’s been working at the Sacramento PD for the past two years now, ever since we graduated from college. Between his long-distance girlfriend and working overtime, we barely cross paths anymore.
Travis: Fuck. All right. Never mind.
Drew: Why not just order delivery?
Travis: Because every chick who comes to deliver it ends up with an extra tip…
That isn’t a complete lie. I also forgot my wallet, but I spare him the details.
Drew: I can’t even deal with you.
Travis: So you see my dilemma?
I laugh to myself.
Drew: Sorry, man. I’ll see if I can getsomeone who has some self-control and willpower to send something.
I roll my eyes.
Travis: Thanks.
I get back to work, making calls and returning emails before my afternoon conference call. Less than an hour later, the receptionist buzzes and tells me my lunch is here.
Yes!I knew Drew wouldn’t let me down.
“Send it in,” I say back.
