“I heard,” she conceded with a slight pout and rested a hand on her arm, squeezing it gently and trying to be supportive. “And good riddance to him. You deserve so much better than him, Ki.” Which was true, at least for her. Despite all her flaws, Lena still thought her dear friend only deserved the best. Whether or not the two women could agree on someone who was best was a different story.
“Well. . .” She poured herself one more, drank the shot and set the glass down on her coffee table. Now was the time to think, not drink. “I don’t think you’d be interested much of the men on the lower floors. They’re all. . .” Poorer, but she didn’t say it. Instead she rolled on and up. “The penthouses. . . I know there a few single men up there.” She instantly regretted it as she spoke, now worried that somehow, someway, Kiki would find try to sink her teeth into Vlad. Why wouldn’t she? He was charming and handsome and rich. He was just her type. She tapped her finger on her chin as she moved to the other floors. She wouldn’t even bother bringing up the man on the roof. “There’s another on the twelfth floor. I think I remember something about him being a private detective. And there is a gentleman here on eleven as well. I think he’s single, although I haven’t a clue what he does.” More notations about important things, like jobs and marital status, things that she would have honed in on immediately, but Kiki would find less important. She sighed as she was realizing that other than Vlad, she couldn’t really talk about how attractive any of the men were.
“The trouble is I don’t really know them. I only seem them out and about…” She made a small dismissive gesture with her hand towards her computer in the study, easily seen as the door was still open. “Everyone just talks to and gossips about each other online. On the building forum. I’m more familiar with people’s unit numbers than their names!” The exasperation was easily heard in her voice. Clearly she didn’t think this was the proper way to associate with your neighbors.