I didn't want to annoy her or dampen her spirits but she had always had a tendency to get into trouble and hook up with weird guys, and she was always blinded by them, falling for their charm, although I never saw much of their charm. Very naive, that lovely Lisa.
I put the fresh pasta in the boiling water and took out a plate, a black one we'd bought from IKEA. We'd bought some things from there recently when we realized we didn't have more than two plates, and they in turn were damaged so we’d decided to make it a little homier by taking a trip to the Swedish furnishing giant, where we bought plates, wine glasses and some nice cushions.
I drained the pasta, put it on my plate, poured some heated pasta sauce on it and some parmesan cheese and then sat by the table opposite my flat mate.
“I’m going out with Chris to see some band play at the Bongo Club, if you get bored with your date, just come see us there.”
“OK, I will. You sure Chris doesn't like totally love you?!”
“Ha ha! Nope, he definitely doesn't, he’s just a friend. Think he referred to me as being like a sister to him the other day and that kissing me would be really weird. He then followed up by telling me that I was gorgeous and everything but that I wasn't his type. He’s nice that way,” I said and laughed as I swirled some pasta on a spoon with a fork and put it in my mouth, tasting the sweet tomato sauce.
“I don't know, you guys just seem too tight for a straight guy and a pretty girl like you.”
“Actually you should meet him again, last time you were beyond drunk remember?”
“Oh God, don’t remind me. But yeah, sure, I’ll head up