Sam was still getting adjusting to sharing a space again. She hadn’t lived with anyone since her mother died when she was eighteen. It was weird to turn the corner and see someone else there. Thankfully, it was Moon-soo, and she felt comfortable around him. It’d taken some time, but she considered him her best friend.
“I’m doing laundry tonight if you need to throw anything in,” she told him now, leaning against the back of the couch as she looked over his shoulder at his phone. “Who’re you texting?” she asked nosily.
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