I'm kicking back on the couch in our cramped apartment legs up on the ottoman mindlessly swiping through apps while the fan buzzes overhead.
It's one of those humid summer evenings where everything sticks and the city noise filters in through the cracked window.
Riley my roommate strolls in about half an hour ago tosses her keys on the counter and heads straight for the shower with a quick grin and "Miss me loser?"
We've been sharing this place for months now ever since she answered my ad for a roommate. She's twenty-five freelance artist with this infectious energy dark curls that fall wild when she lets them loose and a body that's all soft curves in the right places.
She's trans told me upfront on day one no drama just facts. I nodded said cool and we've been solid friends since.
