After clearing my plate, I walked around the room for some hours, or maybe minutes, passing the time until Roland came. I perched on the couch, reading a nonfiction book I found while looking around.
I had my nose buried in the book, with sleepy eyes from reading just two pages, when I heard the front door knock. I stood up, closed the book, and placed it on the table, then stretched my stiff muscles. Kudos to people who read nonfiction because what the f**k was interesting in it? So boring.
I went to the door, opening it to see Roland in a white-sleeved sweatshirt and grey shorts. Her hair was in a brown pixie cut, and she had a septum piercing on her nose. I looked at her, then at her tattooed hands. She was masculine, beautiful, and looked like a total heartbreaker. If I swung the oth
