A couple of years back my college roommate decided to abruptly move out to be closer to the city to live with our former roommate. It caught me off guard and I was left with little to no time to move out or make preparations for the next month. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed.
A couple of days after he moved out, the girl he was seeing for some time stopped by to see if my roommate was home. She’s a cute Latina with long, wavy black hair, these big, brown eyes, a fantastic smile, and thick legs I’ve been dying to put my hands all over since I first met her. She’s a dancer and her body makes it very apparent too.
“Oh he didn’t tell you? He moved out last week. Did it last minute too.”
“What??” Her puzzlement was apparent. “Is that why he hasn’t texted or called in a while?”
“I’m assuming so. I’m sorry you also gotta deal with his shit.”
“It’s honestly not even surprising. Don’t be sorry.” She shrugs him off. “What are you up to anyways?”