fits with mine. I feel my body come to life with those thoughts and have to push them away and clear my head to drive home.
I get to my place and my roommate, Charlie, who also goes by Chuck, is already home and lounging on the couch with a case of beer beside him. He looks up with a smile. “Hey, got you a beer,” he says, reaching down and grabbing one. I sit down beside him and he hands it over.
“Thanks.” I pop the top and take a long drink.
“How was work?”
I nod. “It was good. You know that girl I told you about?” I look over at him.
His brows furrow together. “Which one?” he asks, being stupid. He knows which one. It’s not often that I talk about girls.
“You know, the one from work.”
“Oh right,” he says with a nod. “The little blonde who was left at the altar.”
I roll my eyes. I’m tired of hearing her described that way. She has a ton of things going for her. “Well, I got her to agree to go out with me this weekend.”
“Awesome, where ya taking her?”
“Golfing.”
He snorts and bursts out laughing.
“Shut up, man. She wants to go. She has this list of stuff she wants to do, and golfing was on there. And you know, since I’m a pro, I figured, why not?”
This only makes him laugh more. “Pro?”
I roll my eyes.
“If you’re a pro, then why aren’t you making millions on tour playing golf somewhere instead of working where you are?”
“Well, you say you’re a pro at Photoshop yet you’re still making all your money on Fiverr, so I don’t want to hear it from you.”
“Hey, I’m an entrepreneur,” he says, clearly offended by my jab.
This time I snort and roll my eyes. “Riiiiight. You’re just the drink all day and go to work at 10 p.m. type. Can’t handle the 9-5 grind,” I say, giving him shit. He actually is really good at what he does and he did have a normal job at a design company, but he left it to start up his own business that hasn’t exactly taken off yet. He does, however, cover his share of the rent and other expenses, so I don’t complain. He’s a guy who doesn’t have to try to excel at something and he knows it, so instead, he does the bare minimum. Something about being a “free spirit,” but really, it’s just laziness.
He holds up his middle finger, making me laugh. He knows I’m just giving him a hard time and he doesn’t take anything I say seriously anyway.
“Wanna go grab some dinner?”
“I actually just placed an order for some Chinese food delivery. You’re more than welcome to join in if you’d like. I ordered enough for 10,” he laughs out.
“You always do,” I agree. “Chinese food sounds good. I’m going to hop in the shower. Let me know when it gets here.” I push myself up off the couch and go into my bedroom to gather up my clothes.
I shower quickly, shave my face, and pull on a pair of sweatpants before walking back into the living room to find Chuck at the door retrieving his order. I go into the kitchen for plates and forks then take a seat on the couch. He sets everything down on the end table and we both start making our plates. I grab a little of everything and dig in while he flips through the channels too rapidly to actually see what’s on. He’s somehow able to tell, though, because he stops on an old baseball game and sets down the remote. We both eat in silence until I finally speak up.
“So, how are you and Jessica doing? I haven’t seen her around here in a while.”
He shrugs. “We still talk but haven’t hung out much,” he says around a mouthful of food.
“Not meant to be then, huh?” I joke.
He snorts. “Not even close. So you think this girl from work is the one for you?” He’s wearing a smirk because he doesn’t believe in that kind of thing.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess we’re going to find out.”
After our meal, Chuck goes back to work at his computer desk in the corner of the living room, and I get up to go to my room so he’ll have the quiet he needs to focus. I sit on the edge of the bed and look around my room. I don’t hang out in here much, so there