Perfectgirlfriend 24 11 24 Angie Faith Roommate... «RELIABLE Breakdown»

I looked at the coffee. The hoodie. The novel she wasn’t really reading.

“How do you always know?” I mumbled.

End of piece.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Morning,” she said, sliding a mug toward me. Oat milk. One sugar. Perfect. PerfectGirlfriend 24 11 24 Angie Faith Roommate...

— I’d come home early from a bad date. Angie’s door was cracked. On her desk, a leather journal lay open. I shouldn’t have looked. But the words “Subject: Roommate” were written in bold at the top.

She smiled. “I pay attention.”

At first, I thought she was just kind. Then I thought she liked me. Then I found the notebook.