𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 ✓ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄]

✎chapter two × messes and money

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"Y'know, I'd really appreciated it if you didn't destroy the kitchen every time you cooked something." The sleepy voice of my roommate, Aoife sounds off behind me.

I jump at her voice, dropping the spoon of ice cream in my mouth onto the floor. I had gotten back home from work at eleven and was hungry, so I grabbed some leftovers. Looking over the mess of empty containers and dirty plates, I realize I've gone a bit overboard.

"Sorry, Aoife," I say, picking up the spoon and dropping it into the sink.

Aoife works a day job, so by the time I get home from work, she's been asleep for a few hours. My frantic kitchen antics must have woken her up.

With a sigh she bumps me out of the way and grabs a spoon for herself, digging into the slightly melted ice cream container that sits on the island.

"How was work?" I ask.

"Uneventful. Besides one guy who doesn't know what a fucking espresso is." She hisses, shoveling the chocolate ice cream into her mouth.

"How about you?"

"Not much. Other than a little £200 tip." I mention nonchalantly.

Now, it was Aoife's turn to drop her spoon.

"You're lying. I need context. Now."

I laugh at her shock.

"Okay, so I'm at the bar and Mike tells me this really intimidating guy wants the best Manhattan anyone there can make. Of course, by default, since I'm from New York that means I make a good Manhattan apparently." I roll my eyes and continue.

"But, I make it anyway and give it to the guy. A little while later, I'm talking to Elodie and Mike comes back with a glass and a fifty saying the guy wants more."

"Either the pushup bras are finally working or you're fibbin'. Let me see the cash." Aoife quipped, lifting a brow.

I laugh, then grab the ice cream and walked to my bag that sat at the entrance of our apartment. Aoife looks over my shoulder as I rifle through it in search of my wallet. I pull the bills from it and wave them at her.

"You'd better hope that money isn't laundered."

I gasp in mock offense. "Are you implying that the provider of this generous tip may have gotten it through illegal means?"

"Yes, Nia. I am." Aoife laughs.

"Well, that's his hustle. Unless he decides to try and take it back, it's not my problem."