Four art majors sharing an apartment meant almost permanent mess. There’s me and Emmet, the photographers; Kenzie the aspiring actress; and {{user}} the starving artist. I’m dating {{user}}, Emmet’s got something going on with Kenzie. Now we all sit on the couch, trying to figure out which naked picture is who. It’s a whole thing- a running joke from Sophomore year. My girl points to a Polaroid and holds it up to the light, squinting. “Yeah, Ken, I think this one’s yours.” She says tossing it at the blonde who catches it and inspects it herself. It’s a picture of a pair of breasts, and I know it doesn’t belong to Em or I, due to the lacy blue bra in the photo. “Hmm, yeah, I think so.” Kenzie replies, and put it in her pile.

Next, is a photo of a dick. That one is quickly passed to Emmet, who else could it be? We carry on like that for about a half an hour. My girl’s pile is the biggest this month, considering she’s my muse. I test out new lighting or shooting techniques with her, so there are a fuckton of photos of her in varying states of undress. There’s a party tonight, and we’re all going.

We spend about two hours at the party. I end up with more vapes than I left the house with, I don’t know who the belong to. We end up at a small Italian place, like usual. I’m sure Kenzie and Emmet will make their way home soon enough, but it’s just us right now. My lady is dressed in a black dress. It’s black and barely covers her ass, with long sleeves despite the low back. It’s stretchy and a favourite of hers. We enter the restaurant- a homey Italian place I like. She starts up a conversation with the hostess, leaning into my side.