Mike chuckled. “That good, huh?”
“What?” Chase shook his head, clearing his thoughts. “Um, it was fun. What about you?”
With a shrug, Mike shifted in his seat and turned on the computer he was sitting at in the classroom. “Same old, really. Party, fight with roommate on whose turn it is to do the dishes, hot night with girlfriend, fight with roommate about whose turn it is to do the dishes. Makes me regret moving out of the dorm and off a meal plan.”
“I guess it’s not for everyone,” Chase said, wishing they could swap places. The dorm was fine, he supposed, but he missed the freedom of having an actual apartment and buying actual food and avoiding the dining hall.