Page 7 of Charming my Best Friend

Chapter 3: Lucy

I had just polished off my second piece of deep dish when a medley of giggles came tumbling up the hall. The sound was closely followed by Fiona, who was looking a hot mess in an oversized Shirley Manson shirt, and a blond haired, blue eyed guy in scrubs.

“Oh Lucy, you’re home,” she said, obviously drunk on sex.

I lifted my hands from the arms of the comfy chair. “Nowhere else to go I’m afraid.”

“Lucy, this is Peter,” Fiona said, gesturing to her partner in crime. “Peter, this is my roommate, Lucy.”

I stood up to shake Peter’s hand. Blond guys didn’t normally do it for me, but even I could see that he was adorable. “Nice to meet you,” I said. “Would you like some pizza? Maybe something to drink?”

“That’s nice of you to offer,” he said, “but I have to be going.”

Fiona pushed some disheveled hair out of her face. “Peter works the night shift at the Children’s hospital.”

“Well, maybe another time,” I said.

He nodded. “Sounds good.”

Fiona followed him to the door, and I didn’t have to look in their direction to know they were groping each other. When I heard the door close, I turned to look at her as she fell back against it and sighed.

“So he’s new,” I said.

Fiona jumped away from the door, squatted down, and stomped in hysterical circle.

“Is it safe to assume you got laid?”

She walked over to the couch and collapsed on it, pulling her shirt down. “Isn’t he dreamy?”

“He’s your type anyway.”

“All day long.”

I laughed. “Is he the Tinder guy you showed me before?”

“One and the same.”

“I thought he looked familiar. He works at the Children’s hospital?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah.”

“Is he a doctor?”

“A nurse, but who cares? Scrubs are hot.”

“Can’t argue with you there.” I leaned forward and pushed my plate farther back on the table so I could put my feet up. “Did you know he was going to stop by or-”

“No, he asked if I wanted to get a quick dinner, and I said I’d already picked up a pizza but that he could stop by.”

“So he stopped by for a ride, huh?”

“Yeah, and we got off at all the stops.”

I rolled my eyes. “Got it.”

“Yes he does.”

“How long have you been seeing him?”

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