Chapter 68 Camillia
- “Before you catch a chill? Seriously, how old is this guy?” My roommate Wendy wrinkles her nose at me from her seat on the kitchen counter. An open pizza box rests in her lap, the hot slices lying forgotten.
- “Your pizza is going cold.”
- She rolls her eyes but picks up a slice. The molten cheese stretches, pulling away in strings, and my stomach growls loudly.