Meet Me In Secret

I pick up a graphic design magazine and curl up onto the soft red chair. The acknowledgement page catches my eye. Under the title Creative Director, is the name Lucas Byrne––my landlord and roommate. I pick up my phone and send a private message to Lucky. He’s my social media friend who talked me off the ledge when I thought my life was ending. He works in marketing, it's how we got connected. He’s a friend of a friend. Social media is very fluid like that. Friend is a loose term, but he’s been there for me.

You wouldn’t believe where I’m living.

Someone rented you a room at Alcatraz?

Funny, no, I am living off Washington and Spruce in an amazing apartment, and he’s only charging me $700 dollars a month.

That’s great! Is he nice? Is he weird?

Yes, he’s nice, and no he’s not weird at all. In fact, I feel like I’ve known him forever. He’s easy to talk to, and he has kind eyes.

What do kind eyes look like?

In this case they are chocolate brown with speckles of gold near his pupils. His expression is soft and sweet. I like him.