An anxious day at work.

"Morning, guys," you say, putting your backpack down next to your desk.

"Hey," greets Chris, your balding, bearded lead artist who sits to your left.

"Good morning, Mark," replies Christine, the cute blonde who sits across from you. "How was your weekend?"

"Great, I managed to find a new apartment," you reply.

"That was quick! It took me a month to find an affordable place when I first moved into town. How'd you find something cheap so fast?" Christine asks.

"Well, the place is a three bedroom and I have three roommates," you reply.

"But..." Christine tries to interject.

"Yes, two of them are a couple," you add, leaving out the fact that the couple is a hot lesbian couple. "Anyway, one of my roommates turns out to be an old classmate!"

"He remembered you?" Christine asks.

"'She' actually," you correct.

"Ah nice. Is she cute?" Christine giggles.

"Is she single?" Chris laughs.

"Yes, yes, and a redhead," you grin.

"Damn, man! You hit the jackpot!" Chris fistbumps you.

"Thanks," you grin at the secret knowledge that a lot more happened over the weekend.

"Did you have any problems getting your stuff from your ex?" Christine asks, always nosy about other people's relationships, especially ones that dramatically blew up.

"No," you reply, sitting down and logging into your computer.

"That's good, she sounded like she's a real bitch," she grumbles and gets back to work.

The rest of the day is a typical Monday: uneventful. However, you are distracted on which Chinese dishes to cook to impress your new neighbor and Google some recipes on your second monitor.

Around quarter to five, you get a text message from Lisa.

Lisa: Ready to go?

Me: Yeah. I'll pick you up first then Sara.

Lisa: Ok

Me: Do you mind if we stop by an Asian market on the way home?

Lisa: np :D