"Look, I told you, I'm not buying a washer and dryer." Derrick knew that glare of Megan's. She was not too happy with him. She was expecting something big for Valentines day. But even small meals at cheap places could be big on their budget. As it was, they hadn't gone to a Broadway show. They hadn't even made it to a bar. There was the sandwich shop nearby, and if they ate out, it was practically Subway. Not exactly a New Yorker lifestyle. Megan wouldn't try vender food, and he was as afraid. Maybe they just weren't cut out for this life.
"Then you can do the laundry." She shoved the basket on him.
"Oh, please, you can't be afraid, can you?" He looked at her as if he positively wasn't, but he was. "Its well lit. Its not like street people live here, you know." She didn't have to walk all those blocks like he did everyday. "You'll be OK."
True, they hadn't really met anyone since they'd gotten to this huge metropolis. They didn't know how to use the subway, or the train, or anything. And he knew she didn't like being stuck in their tiny abode. But she was just gonna have to wait. Some weekend, they were going to figure this out. But not yet. Derrick was still trying to figure his job out. It was kind of complicated. It sounded so easy in the interview, but they were asking a lot more of him than he thought possible, sometimes. But he was glad Megan was here.
"All right. We'll do it together." Just what he wanted to do on a night that was meant for romance. So he carried the clothes while she took the soap and softener. Half way there, he noticed he didn't have his keys.
"You have the keys, right?" He looked at her.
"I thought, you had the keys?" She looked at him as if she was not being fun.
"God, look in your pockets, look in my pockets." He was about to have a panic attack. She reached in his back pocket and jerked them out.
"Here they are." Megan grinned as if she'd planted them. There.
"I might have to start wearing them around my neck." He didn't know what he might do.
"You'd do that?" She winced.
"I dunno. Why are we even having this conversation?" He squinted hard. He didn't mean to snap, but this was nerve-wrecking. "You have all day to do the laundry! Why can't you just do it!" He knew he'd said too much..
"OK. I'm sorry." There wasn't a soul in the laundry room. Of course, they had to go 20 floors down to get there. But there was an elevator. And it might not have been as well lit as Derrick expected. But it was a pretty nice laundry room. "We can't afford the washer and dryer. I'm sorry. But, you've got to start doing some things, on your own."
Of course, possibly he was talking to himself. Her phone rang and it was Logan. Randi was having her baby.