She shrugged. “That’s fine. They deliver, and Mom gave me mounds of pizza money before she left this morning. It’s on me.”
I nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
I hoisted my first suitcase onto my bed and unzipped it. All of my jeans. Wonderful. Easy enough. I didn't even own a pair of shorts. Jeans were much too comfortable. I had my pajama pants and my jeans packed away in the same suitcase. Along with three professional pencil skirts Mom insisted she buy me before the start of the year.
“Wow, those are nice. Are those new?” Hannah asked.
I nodded. “Mom insisted I have them just in case anything came up.”
“Like having sex?”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “Drop it.”
“Consider it dropped.”
I knew better than that, though.
“What do you want on your pizza, Dani? I’m about to order online.”
I shrugged. “The usual’s fine. Pepperoni and mushroom with olives.”
“Oh, do you have any of that honey sauce?”
I smiled. “I brought four of them with me this time instead of just two.”
“I fucking love you.”
“That stuff is really good, isn’t it? Also, random fact. It goes really well in coffee.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah, I know that sounds weird. But a few days ago I made myself a mug of coffee and didn’t have any sugar. Without thinking, I reached for what I thought was the honey to sweeten it. But it was that hot honey stuff. If you don’t mind a little spice in your coffee, it’s really good.”
“I’ll have to try that tomorrow.”
I started placing my clothes in the small dresser I had put in my corner closet. Then I hung up my good shirts, my pencil skirts, and the couple of nicer long-sleeve shirts that I didn’t want to get wrinkled and tossed my chucks into the bottom of the closet. I decorated my desk with all my little trinkets. And just as I got all of my chargers for my side of the room set up, someone knocked at the door.
“Pizza’s here!” Hannah exclaimed.
“Wow, that was fast.”
She snickered. “Dani, you’ve been unpacking for over an hour now.”
I paused. “I have?”
“Yep! And I think you've been thinking about Mr. Hunk of ManMeat a little too much, too.”
I rolled my eyes. “You would think that.”
“Tell me you weren’t.”
I shook my head. “No, actually, I wasn’t. Because the last thing I need is distractions.”
“I mean, you could have a good time with him and then he wouldn't be a distraction any longer.”
“You know good and well that man only wants one thing from me. And it’s not something I’m willing to give to him. Whether I knew him or not.”
“Now you’re just being dramatic.”