A lilliputian couple looking for adventure

You eventually find what appears to be a nice young couple, looking for _adventure _in the city at the center of the world, whatever that means. They cannot pay a lot, but with the bonus from the city's mixed living program, you will still end the month with some good extra cash in your pocket. And having lilliputian roommates could be fun, at your job they are the most fun to serve: The little half inch people always end up looking up at you with awe, as if they are witnessing a volcano going off outside the window. It is even more fun when they flinch, cower, and screech when you get nearer to give them their microscopic plates, only to change expression immediately upon realizing their mistake, turning red in shame and embarrassment.

"Fuck it" you say, to none in particular. You contact them, offering a place in your apartment. Their response comes shortly after, much faster than you expected, and it is positive. You agree to meet in the late afternoon, when you finish your shift.

The day is uneventful, although you do pay extra attention to the size difference between you and your tiny clients that day. There is something weirdly fascinating about it.

When your shift finally ends, you leave the bar and head for home. Before entering your apartment complex, you take a left turn and reach the lilliputian subway exit. You did not even know it existed before that day, but you never really thought of how the tiny people get around the city before either.

There is a small stream of lilliputians pouring in and out of the entrance. You stand a few feet from it, waiting. Your presence is unnerving them, however, your gazing could easily be mistaken for ill intent against the defenseless tinies. At some point, the policeman standing guard at the entrance approaches you, and tries to talk to you, but you cannot hear him.

Slapping your forehead, you remember you removed your hearing thingy to communicate with tinies, as you always do after work ends. You dig into your purse and fish it out, and then place it back into your ear.

"-an you hear me? Oh finally, took you a while, uh? Typical arrogant brobbi. What the hell do you want? What are you doing here?" He says, sounding mighty pissed.

You cannot help but giggle at the barely suppressed rage you hear in his voice. A man that is not even taller than your pinky toe is interrogating you like you were a teen delinquent caught stealing candies. As amusing as the image is, however, you do your best to suppress your laughter and speak with a neutral tone, he is still a representative of the law, and you like the city too much to antagonize it.

"I am waiting for my new roommates, they should arrive soon" you say. The policeman is taken aback by your answer, he still tries to argue back but be fore he can reply, you spot two minute figures running towards you.

"It's all right, officer! She's telling the truth! We're with her. Our train got delayed so we're a few minutes late."

The policeman huffs, but then leaves.

You finally see your new roommates in the flesh. You have seen their pictures before, they are actually quite pretty, both of them: The boyfriend is a tall, athletic man with the hint of a beard and beautiful light brown hair; the girlfriend is on the short side, with some amazing curves and luscious blonde hair. If they were your size, you would consider them to be quite the catch.

But there they are, standing in front of you with a small floating drone carrying their baggage, following them like a mule. They stand in front of my sneakers, shorter even than the rubber sole. You slowly bend down and offer them your hand. They are surprised at first, but they quickly recover and eagerly climb your hand, settling down in your palm looking very comfortable. "Thanks! We really wanted to ask you if you could give us a lift, but we did not want to sound pushy."

You smile. "I can barely feel you, this is no trouble. Who would mind carrying around two nice cuties like you?" You answer, with a wink.