Purpose

Tom heads to the table, finding me and a bowl of food waiting for him. After thanking him, I say "So, any plans for today?"

"I got work later tonight, but otherwise, not really."

"Shame, 'cause my schedule's the opposite."

"I'm sure it'll line up soon enough."

"Hopefully."

There's a brief pause before Tom speaks again. "You know I've been thinking about what career I should take."

"Yeah?"

"Cop."

I shrug. "Fair enough."

He shoots me a puzzled look.

"What? Cop's a career. We need cops. Especially ones that aren't dicks and you're not a dick."

"Just thought that'd get more of a reaction."

"Look, I'm not against rebelling against certain aspects of society, but I'm not here to torch buildings and salt the earth. At the end of the day, there's gotta be a purpose to what you do."

"Suppose that makes sense."

"You'll figure it out."

Tom nods before tending to his meal. Once we've both eaten, we go through our morning routines, adding a kiss at the end before I head off to work. There, I find Charlie at the back, puffing on a cigarette like usual.

"Ah. Hello my dear." He says.

"Hey Charlie."

"How's the new roommate?"

"Well, he's now my new boyfriend."

Charlie's eyes go wide. "Wow. He really must be quite the charmer."

"Well you know me. I've always liked a charity case."

Charlie's face falls into befuddlement. "Charity case? He's not another druggie is he?"

"No, just... wanderlust. Rich kid with too much money around him."

"Ah, so you're gold digging now?"

"Oh fuck off." I jest.

Charlie chuckles for a second. "I mean if he's handsome and rich, I can't blame you. Nothing wrong with seizing opportunities when they arise, my dear."