Michael watched Lisa's arse as she sashayed to the cupboard. Food. He needed to buy food. This would soon turn out worse than when he'd been living at home, always expecting his mum to foot the bill, even the last few months when he'd been completely capable of working. He patted his hand against his pants pocket. A few knuts rattled. But first he needed a bloody job. Shite.
Lisa glanced at him over her shoulder, asking him about his future plans. For as carefree as he normally felt, his stomach tightened slightly. He'd definitely need work if he were going to stay. He felt surprised by the feeling of longing for a family that washed over him. For as hot as Lisa was, she also felt like family to him, and he'd missed that.
"Yeah," he finally answered. "I think I will. If you'll have me. At least for a while. I'll look around, see what's available around here." Maybe work. Maybe another flat. Maybe a new start.
Michael chuckled and leaned forward to look at the guest list she'd tossed on the table. He pointed to two names. "Her and her. And maybe I'll invite a few birds of my own. Mix it up. Have appetizers and dessert." He couldn't keep a straight face, and he burst out laughing. "What? I'll wash the sheets."