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"Because the cockroaches, they love that heat. They don't love cold places."
"You know we have cockroaches in New York as well."
"I know. Don't remind me." I wrinkle my nose. "But yeah, I hate them. I hate them so much."
"Well, I can certainly understand that." He stops suddenly and squeezes my hand. "Wait here."
I look up and I see we're outside a laundromat. "We're picking up your laundry?" I ask him in confusion.
"No, silly," he says, shaking his head as he pushes the door open.
I see a big bulky guy standing to the side. "Got any laundry tonight?" he asks.
"Three loads," Kingston says, and I stare at him.
"You have three loads of laundry that you're picking up? Oh my gosh. Do I have to carry this laundry back to your apartment? How far away is?—"
"No, silly," he says, shaking his head.
The bulky guy looks at Kingston, then looks at me. "Three loads, huh?"
Kingston nods. "Yes, sir."
"Any dry cleaning?"
"Yep. $250 worth."
"Sounds good, sir."
The guy steps to the side, grabs something from behind him, and hands it to Kingston, who hands it to me. It's a ticket that looks like it's to pick up dry cleaning.
"So we're picking up your dry cleaning as well?"
"No, goof. We're at a speakeasy. This is just a front."
"Oh my gosh. This is a speakeasy?" I say excitedly. "Disguised as a laundromat?"
He nods slowly. "Yep, but you have to put that little ticket over here and the door will open."
"Oh, this is so cool." I beam at him. "Because you know I was going to kill you if you brought me to a laundromat to pick up your laundry."
"I wouldn't do that," he says, laughing.
"Yeah, well, you never know with some guys."
"Oh? It sounds like you speak from experience."
"Oh, trust me. I went on a date once with this guy in college and we went to grab a burger, then we went back to his place and I thought it was because he wanted to sing his song to me because he said he knew all of Jack Johnson's songs and I said I love Jack Johnson. But when we got back to his place, he handed me a basket. He was like, 'Here's $5. Will you go to the laundry room and I'll meet you there?'" I stare at Kingston, who's laughing. "It's not funny. It was horrible."
"I mean, did you do the laundry or not?"
I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "I'm not going to answer that question."
"Oh, Skye, you did his laundry?"
"I did one load, but he never came back." I blink and shake my head. "I know. I sound like an absolute loser."
"No, you just sound like a really nice girl that was taken advantage of."
