"Now that that bullshit’s out of the way, how have things been without your hotel hottie?" Poppy asks as we walk down towards her car in the parking lot of the University. Our test is finished; I feel like I did well, Poppy less so. I get she doesn't want to talk about the answers anymore, I can't be bothered to either really.
"They've kind of sucked, I miss him," I admit as I climb into the car. "He's been busy, but he's having a good time as well. He and some of his old friends went out for dinner last night." I don't know why I think that's important to tell her; it's kind of useless information.
"Were any of these old friends females?" she asks curiously as she climbs in and starts the car.
"He didn't mention it, and I didn't think to ask," I reply sheepishly. Now I feel a little dumb. Should I have asked him if he was meeting up with any girls? No, no, I trust him. I'm not worried about him doing something like that, right?
"Good to know, I like seeing a little trust. How about you, what's it like being at his place?" Poppy saw his place a few days ago when she came over to study. I don't think I've ever heard her say 'holy shit' that many times before.
"It's better than I thought, actually. They clean the whole apartment every day, and now that I have some of my stuff there, it feels a lot less foreign than it used to. I got him a plant too," I reply.
"Why?"
"Because when he offered me to stay there, he said it was so I could water the plants. He didn't have any plants, and now he does. It's just a little shrub, but it's something," I shrug. It sounds stupid now that I say it.