"So, doing the laundry wasn't so bad, huh?" Derrick asked as if he guessed he should. Megan stayed on the phone, a lot with Caitlin. He wasn't sure what that was all about. He had a feeling Caitlin and Megan were probably closer now than they were when they lived together. Such a sweet friendship. At least, he managed a few minutes with Megan between phone calls.
"Its all right." She sighed as if it wasn't a big deal. However, she never went out on her own, which he liked. He didn't want to say it, but he didn't want her to spend money. Not right now. They needed to keep within their means. Build some savings. Living in New York was not cheap. They made a lot of chicken soup. Splurging was going to the park and getting a hot dog. Perhaps not the healthiest of meals. But they were on a budget.
"I know you're upset about Caitlin and Zeke's split." He guessed it was unexpected. "Is she doing OK?" He hoped she wouldn't ask to fly home. No way could they afford that. Not right now. He was stuck with learning this job. The ends and outs of protocol were hectic. And just how much were they suppose to know him at work?
It was all right at work. He had his own cubical. Lucky, to be there, he guessed. But the days were long. And he wondered if Megan was homesick. It was so hard to tell. But he wouldn't make much of it. He kissed her then as if to let her know that she was the best part of the day. And she was. He just hoped she'd be off that phone of hers while they some shared happiness in the bed.
"She won't talk about it. I think something happened. But I dunno what?" Well, her attitude didn't look as if he could easily persuade her about his needs. So he went to the empty fridge, and found the last beer. It would be another long night, listening about Caitlin. He guessed.