The Next Morning

Meg awoke to about ten texts from her roommate and the smell of eggs. After assuring Hanna that she wasn’t dead (but not quite being totally honest about where she’d spent the night), she rolled out of bed to find Mila cooking nude.

“That smells delicious.”

“I scramble eggs pretty well. Listen, I had a thought. I’d say you should be my TA, but I need someone who can run study sessions, but what would you say to a research assistantship? I don’t really need the research help except for some help with the stress, and I think you’d be uniquely qualified.”

Meg beamed, “I’d love to!”

“Great!” Mila smiled, “I’ll start the paperwork this morning.”

Mila was much more relaxed than Meg had ever seen her. She seemed at home in her kitchen as she plated two omelets and brought them to the table. She was the star of the math department, but this seemed to relax her almost as much as the night they’d spent together.

“Do you need a ride back to campus?”

Meg nodded, her mouth full of eggs. Meg watched Mila from across the table. She couldn’t help but think there was another taste that would complete their breakfast together…