#rom2starter

Ash was ready to head home, in bed and wearing less clothing, so he ducked out of the bar where they had been having drinks through the back door. He was heading down the alley, hyping himself up for the walk home, when he heard the door shut again. He turned around, “Oh, hey. I was just heading out. You too?” 

Nicky entered the kitchen with a dramatic sigh, “Dude I ordered pancakes through Postmates like 20 minutes ago and they still aren’t here. Is there a way to light a fire under,” Nicky looked down at her phone checking for her Postmate’s name, “Trevor’s ass?”

Gemma looked down at the sent text, hoping for a reply. She had to be better about remembering her keys from now on. Texting them at 3 am is something she definitely did not want to make a habit of.  When a reply didn’t come, she sat down on the steps up into their shared living space and scrolled on Instagram. She was resigned to being locked out until morning. She was searching her contacts for someone to crash with when the click of the door opening shocked her and she jumped a little before climbing to her feet. “Hey... Thanks. Sorry if I woke you,” she said, “I owe you big time for this.”