The following evening, I made plans to head out and buy some furniture. After all, I had just signed the lease on my new apartment, and it was time to make it feel like home.
The moment I stepped out of the lobby, Luke's car pulled up right in front of me. I raised an eyebrow, pausing. "Did you plant a tracker on me or something?"
Luke rested his arm on the steering wheel, completely deadpan. "According to statistics, eighty-nine percent of people go furniture shopping on their first day of moving in. Furthermore, the peak travel time in Nechyae on a summer evening is exactly 7:30 PM."
I laughed, hopping into the passenger seat. "Wow, you're a regular human calculator. Can you calculate what I'm planning to buy today?"
Luke paused for a second. "A sofa?"
"Nope," I replied.
"A plant s
