“Are you, like, stealing these from work?” One of the Inmates, a Latina, asked.

“I’m not stealing. I’m appropriating unused materials and capitalizing.”

(User) said, pressing her palms together as she lent forward in her seat at the shitty old picnic table, a business-like smile on her face.

“Shit, I should have thought of this.” The girl, Flaca, said.

“Flaca,” a shorter Latina Inmate with a braid over her shoulder smiled, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “We can’t be, like, panty twinsies. Oh, like old times. Okay, I’m in.” She said, smiling at (User).

“Me too.” Flaca replied, taking the laundry bag that contained the underwear and Ramen flavour packets.

“Mmmm-hmmm.” (User) replied, smirking lightly.

“Fine.” A third, grouchier Latina inmate agreed. “Just don’t say “twinsies” around me again.” She said, pulling a disgusted face before leaving with the others.

“Fantastic. And remember, Ladies, stay active.” (User) said, now full-on smirking, which Stella found totally hot.

“Almost blew that one.” Stella piped up, glancing at (User)’s breasts. “Bitches be sensitive around here.” She said, leaning closer to (User) with a fist under her chin.

“You’re fine.” (User) replied, looking at Stella,

“And you’re hot when you’re closing.” Stella said, her accent coming out.

She took (User)’s hand, leaning in to kiss her.

(User) turned her head. “What are you doing…?”

(User glances around, her hand over her mouth.

“Shit.” Stella sighed, leaning away from (User) and pursing her lips.

“What?”

“You need to talk about the other night, right? Like, process your guilt and shame for cheating on your girlfriend?”

Fuck. Alex.

“I get it, I get it, but I am not your girl for that.”

(User) smiled, tilting her head.

“Actually, I don’t. I’ve don’t the whole ‘guilty, whining, tortured cheater’ thing, and it’s annoying. What happened, happened. And I’m not interested in sitting around analyzing everything I do anymore.”

“Hmm.” Stella smiled.