But I've been practicing that whole drinking wine from a bag thing.
"So proud."
A roomie? Logan? "Is it Dick?"
She smirked. That would be a little too much coincidence for Veronica to believe.
... then where are you living?
Veronica shifted her bag on her shoulder and was suddenly really aware of the pavement under her feet. "I found a key in my pocket the other day. I did a little digging. It was for an apartment that happens to look a lot like home. In a creepy, hysterical-fit inducing way. I haven't been spending much time there."
She sighed. "I don't know about work yet. I was trying to feel everything out, and then you fell from the sky and completely derailed that."