His studio apartment really was above a midtown computer repair shop called Mikey’s Computer Repair. We had to enter through a side door with stairs that led up to his place. It was small but very clean inside and I have to admit, I felt like shit for thinking I couldn’t trust him enough to go to his place without telling my friend where I’d be. I stood by the door and watched him set his backpack down and then step over into the small kitchen.
“You can kick off your shoes if you want,” he said to me while pulling down pots and pans from a cabinet.
“I’m fine,” I said back as I took a look around. His bed was just a few feet away and there was a door that must have led to his bathroom, which I had to use. “Is that your bathroom over there?”
“Yeah. You need to use it?”
“Number one or number two?”
I laughed and said, “Jacen!”
“I’m just playin’ with you. Go ahead, it’s clean.”
I headed into his bathroom and closed the door. He was right, it was very clean inside. I lifted the toilet lid and seat so that I could pee. When I was done, I flushed the toilet and then washed my hands. I dried them on a hand towel that was hanging up and then stepped back out. I was shocked to already smell food cooking.
“You like sautéed chicken?” he asked as I walked up on him in the kitchen.
“I’ll eat anything if it’s free,” I said with a laugh. “The hand soap in your bathroom smells so good. Where did you get it from?”
“Some girl I had a thing with gave it to me last month because I didn’t have any in there. I don’t know where she got it from.” He turned and looked at me and asked, “You didn’t dry your hands off on the blue rag hanging up, did you?”
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