CHAPTER THREE
"This guy is such an asshole!" complained Alex to her friend and new roommate, Felicity Linden. "You should see these emails he keeps sending me. You can tell he does not give a single f**k that he's raising the rent so high."
As Felicity was busy cooking dinner, she only nodded and kept chopping onions. Felicity was kind enough to cook for both herself and Alex on occasion. Although Alex's older sister was a talented chef, Alex hadn't inherited the cooking gene. Her only specialty was peanut butter and honey sandwiches. And takeout—lots and lots of takeout.
Felicity soon handed Alex a plate of orange chicken stir-fry she'd made from scratch. Alex hummed happily as she ate. "You could give Jocelyn a run for her money," she joked. "This is so good."
Felicity ducked behind
