Mickey and Andy drove back in town. They stopped for a while to get some to-go food from McDonald's. They bought so much; they would probably be going to feast on the food until the next day. It was only nine in the evening when they reached the apartment.
“So, this is where you hide for the past four months, huh,” Mickey said as he entered the home. He looked around to see how simple and beautiful it was.
“Yes, that’s my room,” Andy said, pointing to the door with the letter A decoration on it. “You can leave your stuff inside and freshen up yourself,” she added as she put the junk food on the table. “I have oversized shirts and sweatpants in my closet.”
“Cool, thanks.”
“I’ll use Charlene’s room while you use mine.” She mumbled, only to realize it slipped out of
