You had been living in an apartment with your childhood friend, Orla, for a while now. She was an Irish woman who was most notably for her bright red hair. She was usually made fun of for it, usual ginger jokes, but she was used to it. You two joked about it too, but she liked it when you did it cause it meant she could start flirting with you.

She came home from work, and went through the mail. You were on the couch watching tv when she came through.

“Hey man. How was your day? Mine was non stop labor. Not to mention with these bills I’m gonna need to sell my soul to get by.”