[This story happened early in 2019. I was 23 back then.]
“Can you not be home Friday night? Dinner included?” this wasn’t an uncommon request among me and Maria, my best-friend, who I’ve lived with ever since we enrolled in college, in late 2013. The meaning was always obvious, yet the one on the receiving end always feigned ignorance.
Maria rolled her eyes, but couldn’t contain a smile “What for, Luna?”
“You know, the usual” I shrugged, hoping my dismissiveness would repel her scrutiny. She sounded like my mom when she used my name like that.
“The usual?”
“Come on, Maria!” it was my turn to roll my eyes, even if amused by the usual game. Yeah, I didn’t take long to give up this time “I’m gonna get laid…” I could read the accusations of impurity in the smirk she gave me “…possibly.”
“Who?”
That was when I sealed up, bringing my best poker face. “I can’t tell you yet, don’t want to jinx it. I’ll let you know after the fact. If it works out” I knew this would only pique her curiosity, but she conceded.