Tasting my Best Friends
I can't believe I'm such an idiot; that money could have gotten me far.
I pushed the bag off the table, causing it to fall to the floor, where Harvey picked it up. "Please sit," he replied.
Harvey was my other friend; he was the most concerned of the three of us, perhaps too kind, as he was always so sweet to give me a foot massage when I returned home fatigued from the night shift.
Jake, my third apartment neighbor, even taunted Harvey about having a crush on me, which he neither denied nor accepted, which made me happy because I didn't view him that way.