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Maybe she hated me.
Oh well. It’s fine.
It’s fine.
It’s fi—
“What are you looking at?” Lucas’s head appears over my shoulder, and I manage not to fall off my stool.
“Can you stop sneaking up on me like that?”
“I didn’t sneak up on you. You would’ve heard my footsteps if you weren’t so preoccupied with your phone,” he says, then leans closer, and I can smell his shampoo. It’s fresh, almost sweet, like tropical flowers. “What are you looking at?”
“The girl I went on a date with last night hasn’t replied to my message. She kinda left abruptly as well. Maybe she didn’t like me.”
“Show me her profile.”
Against my better judgement, I do. Maybe Lucas can tell me if I’m missing something — he is more experienced in the dating game than me, after all.
He scrolls through her photos. There’s couple of selfies, some group shots, and a photo of her in a dress holding a glass of champagne.
“I don’t like her,” Lucas announces.
My head whips to face him. “What? How can you say that? You don’t even know her.”
“She gives me a bad vibe.”
“Exactly what about her gives you a bad vibe?”
Lucas turns his head, his nose almost touching mine. “She just does,” he says, looking dead into my eyes.
I shrink away, using my free hand to shove him back. “Whatever.”
“Are you busy right now?”
I turn my phone off and set it down. “Just doing some uni work, why?”
“We need to buy some groceries. I’ve run out of protein powder.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
“And we’ve also run out of milk. And chicken. And frozen blueberries, which you constantly chomp on at night.”
“Eh,” I say as I scroll through PDF files on my computer, the words blurring by. I don’t understand why my professors assign so much reading. I’ll just read the introduction and the conclusion of these studies and be done with it.
“Come on,” Lucas says, tugging on my arm. His hands are so big, his thumb and fingers almost touch when wrapped around my bicep. “We’re going.”
“Are we?”
“Yep. My schedule’s packed for the rest of the week, so today’s the only day we can go.”
“You can go alone. I know for a fact you can carry all the groceries by yourself.”
“No, you’re coming with me, because you’re my roommate. We share responsibilities, remember?”
I don’t budge.
“That’s it,” Lucas says as he scoops me up. I shriek, and admittedly, it’s not very manly of me, but how else am I meant to react when I’m suddenly tossed over someone’s shoulder?
