BULLY ROOMATE
“Uh, yeah, I can’t get it until I get paid, but can I set it back so no one will buy it?”
Artie eyed me. “Looks a little girly and you don’t look like that type. Are you buying it for someone?”
I laughed. I’d broken Josie’s lamp, and it made me think of her. She had tons of teal in that graffiti painting of me, and some of her room décor matched. “Yeah, my roommate, I broke hers.”
Artie grinned. “Living with your girlfriend already.”
“Well, she wasn’t my girlfriend—,”
“But she is now?” Artie asked, lifting a hairy brow.