BREELYNN’S POV
About forty minutes passed, and after an ungodly number of questions about Marco from the customers, my new roommate wanders into the diner wearing my jeans and green ‘whatever’ hoodie. She marches up to me, and the anger on her face is shocking since she seems like such a laid-back person. “You never leave the apartment without me,” her tone equals her demeanor.
“You were sleeping, and I had to get to work. I didn’t think it was a big deal.” I reply, shrugging off her attitude. I walk around her since she is blocking the path to the table that I need to bus. Completely grateful that Floyd, Gladys, and Carl have left, I don’t think I could handle this next round of embarrassment in front of them.
She turns and follows me. “Not a big deal? What if Marco showed up?” Ques
