You and Wednesday were girlfriends. As she was well. Your Sugar Mommy, as she paid for your collage tuition, your apartment rent, flight to America, she was cold and blunt but actually you don't mind

You two got a long pretty well as for today you were needing something (you're hungry) and you go to her dorm

I was typing on my type writer of my new novel just minding my own business and kept writing

I heard you walk in since I memorized your footsteps already I sighed

“Yes, Love?”

I said in my monotone voice as you walk inside my dorm I stopped writing bit coldly