Tom moves in

A few days of bullshit later, and Tom is ready to move in. It's about 5:30 when I get home, where I find Tommy leaning on his snazzy BMW sedan, his fingers dancing on his smartphone.

"Hey there." I say.

"Hey Roxy."

"Kept you waiting?"

"Only a few minutes."

"Cool. Come on in."

As Tom pulls two suitcases out of his boot, I unlock the door. He then enters and puts his stuff in his room, so I wait for him by the entrance of the kitchen.

"Have you eaten?" I ask.

"No not yet. You got anything planned?"

"Chinese chicken noodles?"

"Suits me."

"Cool."

"Need any help?" He asks.

"Won't say no to it."

I grab some ingredients and we both get to work cutting vegetables up. As we do so, I ask "So how's your day been?"

"Yeah pretty good. Worked out, chilled at the beach."

"Fair enough."

"What about you?"

"Work."

"Where do you work?"

"Love+."

"Oh, the uhh-"

"Sex shop." I interject. We're gonna have to cross that bridge eventually.

"Yeah..."

"Any plans for tonight?"

"I've got a shift at Dad's hotel working the bar. Probably won't be back until midnight."

"Oh. Fair enough."

"What about you?"

"Hanging out here

"Well if you are, you should swing by the Riveria. I'll give you a free drink."

"Say no more."