Rosario Ortiz (![]() ![]() @ 2022-03-06 18:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | armaan khatri, rosario ortiz |
WHO Rosario and Armaan
WHEN Sunday 6 March, afternoon
WHERE Lyra, Avery and Armaan’s apartment, Crown Heights
WHAT Meeting the roommate
WARNINGS Probably none
It was only a couple hours after Lyra took off, when the buzz of a text yanked her head out of her books and her mind out of the endocrine system, that Rosario made a grab for the phone plugged into the charger and discovered that it wasn’t hers. It wasn’t a big deal, Lyra was always leaving her phone round here. Not like Rosario had to go far to return it. Except— gah, dammit, that wasn’t true anymore. Crown Heights wasn’t far far, it was only a twenty-five minute bus ride, not even two miles, but when you’d spent most of your life a couple staircases and a stretch of corridor apart, twenty-five minutes seemed like a trek. Rosario sighed. Welp. Least it’d be a chance to check out Lyra’s new digs, she guessed. Unlike Jocelyn, she wasn’t worried about how they were splitting the rent (Avery was a condescending ass, but Rosario could grudgingly recognise that he always treated Lyra right) or who was doing the lion’s share of the cleaning (Lyra wasn’t gonna be running round picking up after no boys; no diss, but half the time she forgot to pick up after herself), but it’d be reassuring to know her bestie wasn’t breathing in black mould or something. So a half hour and two buses later, that’s where she was: walking into a Crown Heights apartment block, triple-checking the address on her phone before she rapped on the door. |