“Holy shit, Megan, I watched the best porn last night.” Rose burst through Megan’s office door like Kramer on Seinfeld. Two lattes on a carrier in her left hand, and a plastic sack in her right, ostensibly holding the sandwiches she usually brought to lunch it was her turn. She just loved these paninis from this little place down the street.
Megan smiled. Rose was her best friend. It was the typical situation, where one friend was introspective, conservative, reserved, and the other was the opposite in every way. It had been that way since college. Megan made her way through buisness school with calculated efficiency, and Rose partied her way through graphic design school. Megan studied and had a steady boyfriend, Rose drank and fucked her way through a string of boys and men. Megan graduated with honors and was hired to a busy firm in town getting herself to middle management fairly quickly. Rose opened a boutique website design company, and found success almost effortlessly.
“You crack me up,” Megan said, logging off the program she was using. She cleared a place on her desk to eat, which was pretty easy, given how clean she kept it.