lorena and arthur the next day. at his bachelor pad. it's been a while for lorena and arthur! pt 2! rating : pg-13.
Lorena leaned down, her elbows resting on the counter, her eyes moving over the newspaper she nicked from the neighbour down the hallway. Classified. She had absolutely no work experience, no marketable skills (unless you counted breathing underwater), and no references. She would never get a good job, sure, but there had to be something she could do. A few ads had already been circled, mostly retail, restaurant, and secretary jobs. She let out a snort, reaching for her pen to circle a posting for a life guard with strong swimming abilities.
Behind her, the stove was aglow. A pot full of water was beginning to boil and the eggs inside it were spinning wildly. While Lorena's mother was a master chef, creating meals with pizzaz and rich bold flavors three times a day, Lorena was not. She never really tried very hard, and had always been taken care of. She wasn't sure exactly why she was boiling the eggs, except that it seemed like the kind of thing you do. After that, you peel them and scramble them, right?