"Thank you again for inviting me for dinner, Sharon."
“Well, I just really wanted to check if I still know how to turn the oven on," Sharon replied jokingly, taking her second sip of wine.
Emily pulled a smile and looked around the kitchen Sharon’s one-bathroom apartment that was almost the same size as hers. Although the open floor plan made use of every square inch, accommodating every piece of furniture painted with such vibrant colors.
"Pretty wicked place, huh?" Sharon had observed her reaction. “My ex-boyfriend was a so-called artist. Turning old and boring furniture into something so colorful and alive was one of his obsessions, I guess.”
Emily looked up at the hanging light fixture. “Where is he now?”
She grinned. “With his boyfriend, for sure.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Emily watched
