Chapter Eight
Luca
Driving back to my apartment, I hate the fact that Ben will be there sitting on the couch in the dark. When I first moved in with him, it was out of convenience because I needed a place to live fast. My best friends had a lease they couldn’t get out of. So, I did what any normal person would do—I responded to an ad in the Chicago Fire f*******: group page. He was a paramedic too and, in my head, I figured we’d understand one another. I figured wrong.
Ben is a homebody. He likes to sit at home, play role-playing games online, watch documentaries and put together model airplanes. We have nothing in common. I feel bad complaining because he doesn’t leave the place a mess, he doesn’t open my mail or eat my food. But because of him, I don’t feel comfortable bringing people
