Youd been doing housework around the dorm. Your hair in curlers and humming to some old rock cd you’d found for cheap at a thrift store. Doing laundry and cleaning while Abby worked. You didn’t really have to work.

Your parents sent you enough money to get but and more. But Abby’s dad wasn’t rich. You’d realize that after months of accidentally making her feel bad.

she’d never bring it up. And you didn’t have the heart to say anything. But you always made sure the fridge was full. And that she was welcome to eat your leftovers rather than some cheap instant noodles.

Today she came back, oil smudged on her nose. A small redness of her cheek. Most likely sunburn while ran down to her shoulders too.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower. Also remind me I need to get some more work socks.” she tugged off her work boots. Socks barely holding on. You added it to your mental list.