She glanced at her messages then lightly dropped the phone onto the rug beside her. “Remember that interesting guy I was telling you about, the one I met at May-hem?” she said to her roommate Daniella, a plump girl with smooth skin punctuated by a ring in both her nose and an eyebrow. Her long, dark hair was dyed an unnatural shade of auburn. “Yeah,” Daniella replied with feigned interest. “I sent him a message yesterday and I haven’t heard back yet. Do you think I should send another one?” Kitty asked. “I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t remember you," Daniella said. “We fucked at the party. How could he forget that?” “Well, maybe he got what he wanted and isn’t interested. Maybe he thinks you’re a slut. Maybe you gave him an STD. I don’t know, I’m not the one-night-stand mind reader.” “Hmm, I think he’s just shy,”
