Amara: Holy shit that’s your roommate????
Wes looked up and gave her a warm smile of greeting, and then pointed at his computer to let her know he was still working. She gave him a little wave on her way to her room. She didn’t want to run today, but the thought of the giant bowls of popcorn she’d consumed had her reaching for a sports bra. Then again, she reasoned, I’ve been on my feet all day doing practicals.
Graduation was coming up fast, and she still had hours she needed to complete. Only a few more weeks to go and then she could look for a steady job. She didn’t have any work booked for this week, and she was worried about some of her bills.
Her phone continued to light up on the bed signaling she had multiple texts and notifications from her new social media account. Cara quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a loose top and scrounged for slippers. She scrolled through Amara’s rapid-fire texts.
Amara: Are you serious? He looks like Superman when he’s not being Superman.
Amara: Sexy Clark Kent…
Cara: Didn’t Clark Kent have dark hair?
Amara: Shut up you know what I mean. What have you been doing? (followed by another eggplant emoji)
Cara: Watching TV perv. Have you ever seen Star Trek?
The dots appeared, then disappeared before appearing again.
Amara: Are you being serious?
Cara: It’s actually pretty good. Cheesy but good.
Amara: That’s it I’m coming to Atlanta. Who are you and where is my best friend?
Amara: Cuddling on the couch? All it takes is a hand slip…
Cara: Nope it’s a no go. He’s in love with my real roommate remember.
Amara: But they aren’t dating.
Cara: No.
Amara: Then… what are you waiting for.
Cara: I don’t need that kind of drama in my life.
Amara: Pfft.
Cara: Thanks for liking all my posts btw.
Amara: Of course! I’m glad you’re back on.
Cara: It’s for work. The instructors at our school said we needed to have accounts to show what we can do. A visual resume.
Amara: Makes sense. You can do my makeup anytime. Gotta go talk soon.
* * *
Preheating the oven,Cara pulled one of her containers from the refrigerator and put it on the counter. She glanced at the empty bag of Fritos and the half-eaten package of Oreos on the table next to Wes. Stretching across the counter, she tapped him on the shoulder.
“Are you hungry?”
His gaze fell on her container resting on the counter. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t get excited. It’s chicken and broccoli again.”
“That sounds perfect.” His lips curved, and Cara found herself staring at his lips. She spun to the refrigerator and jerked it open.
