" I called Shay and before I could speak, she said, “Did you figure out a way to get her last name?”
“I’m at Yuto’s and she’s here and it looks like she may be on a date.”
“Oooh.” She sounded way too excited. “How does she look?”
Like she always did? The same way she had when she’d been in my apartment earlier? “Like a shark wearing a human costume? Gorgeous but deadly? And she makes me feel inadequate in every way that a woman can possibly feel inadequate?”
“Well, that’s not true. You’re not a mother yet and that’s going to be a whole new level of inadequacies. I meant, is she dressed up?”
“I don’t know. She’s wearing a dress, but she was wearing the same thing at my house.”
“What kind of woman makes a guy what we’re calling soup and then meets up with another dude?”
Much as I didn’t want to be fair, in this instance I had to be. “You can’t mock the borscht. It was really good. "
― Sariah Wilson , Roommaid