MOMENTS AFTER LOUIS rang the bell, the door opened to the tall, bespectacled man dressed in a bathrobe. “Come in, come in,” Erika’s roommate said chipperly, standing aside so Louis could walk past. “Like some coffee?” He sipped from his own steaming cup. The smell of toast, and fried bacon and eggs filled the air inside.
“I’m good,” Louis said, waving him off as he headed over to Erika who was seated at her laptop set atop the desk on the living room side of the buddy bar that separated the room from the kitchen, “but thanks, Philip.” Erika looked up from the computer screen as he leaned down to kiss her. “Good morning.” Her dirty breakfast plate laid forgotten on the desk with silverware laid haphazardly on its face, next to a half filled coffee cup.
“Good morning,” she echoed him with
