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Desiree's POV
{Thursday}
I dragged my tired ass up the steps of my yard, my footsteps loud as hell against the concrete.
At this point, saying I'm tired is an understatement, innit. College had me mashed up proper. Too many damn lectures, not enough caffeine.
I fumbled with my keys as my backpack slipped off one shoulder before finally pushing the door open.
Bang! The smell of something delicious immediately hit me from the kitchen, and my big back ahh stomach started growling.
"Yasmine! I'm home!" I yelled, not even caring if she heard me or not.
I dumped my bag in the living room and kicked off my shoes.
The living room was a hot mess. Textbooks, snack wrappers, and random shit were scattered everywhere.
My roommate, Yasmine, is one of my cousin's friends.
I stayed with my cousin for a bit before Yazz and I decided to share this spot. We been tight ever since, even though we didn't know each other from Adam.
"Yo, Des! In the kitchen!" Yasmine replied, sounding too lively for this time of day. I dunno how she does it...
I followed the sweet aroma to the kitchen.
Yasmine stood by the stove, stirring a pot of something that looked like it was sent straight from heaven.
She looked up and gave me a wide grin. Her curly hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore an old band tee that looked raggedy as fuck.
"Long day, yeah?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. She already knew the answer.
I shot her a "be so for real" look.
"My brain shut down in that three-hour econ lecture" I groaned, sliding onto a barstool by the island, "And don't even start me on that dead group project."
Yasmine chuckled, "Swear down?". She continued, "This should cheer you up. Chicken Alfredo and, of course, wine."
"Girl, I love you," I said.
Food was definitely the way to my heart.
"Love you too, babes," she replied, fixing up two plates.
She handed me a glass of wine, and we clinked them together.
I took a sip and sighed. "Seriously though bitch, are you Superman?? Because how do you be cooking like this after work? "
Yasmine shrugged, sitting down across from me. "Cooking calms me. Plus, I like being your chef." She winked, making me laugh.
"You're a lifesaver." I dug into the Alfredo. The rich, creamy sauce literally melted in my mouth. "Oh my days, this is banging!"
"Glad you like it," she said, taking a bite herself. "So, what you sayin with that group project?"
