Page 27 of Trust Me

Remi didn’t hesitate to leave the room. I breathed a laugh as I continued to unload my clothes. If he came around a lot, it might be worse than dealing with Jay’s shitty attitude.

“You’re sure you don’t mind?” Oliver asked, coming closer. “I can tell him I’m staying in.”

“Nah, I’m cool. Really.”

“Okay . . .”

When he went silent, I glanced at him. He was running his fingers over the comforter, tracing the pattern absently. Noticing that I was watching him, he pulled his hand back.

“I can bring dinner when I come back.”

I shook my head. “It’s fine. Like I said, I’ll probably go to sleep early.”

“Yeah, okay. Uh, I’ll shoot you Remi’s address.”

“Why?”

He lifted one shoulder. “In case you feel like coming by. Games. Snacks. He’s bound to have beer or something if you’re into that.”

“I’ll let you know if I feel like it when I’m finished.”

His awkward demeanor shifted, and he smiled wide. “Awesome. I had a key made for you. It’s in the kitchen.”

“Sounds good.”

With a two-finger salute, he backed out of the room. Once I heard the front door close, I laughed a little. The guy was odd, but maybe he was a little bit endearing.

Heading into the kitchen, I checked the counter. There was a black key there, laying on top of a piece of paper. I leaned back against the fridge while I scanned it.

I paused, wondering why anything would be expired. Then, I wondered what the hell a Kakarot was. As I looked at the little drawings he’d made, I decided I probably didn’t want to know.

Something about the note made me wonder if I should put in a little bit of effort, considering we’d be living together. He seemed to want me to swing by Remi’s place, but I wasn’t keen on that. Not at all.

Well, maybe I’d ask him his favorite color or something. That was what friend-ish people did.

Then again, I didn’t know Tilian’s favorite color. Probably green. I didn’t know Linc’s either. Or Rick’s. Or West’s. Or Kai’s.

Hm. Was I a bad friend? What a weird way to come to that conclusion.