There weren’t a lot of them on there just a few. But they were there everyday. George liked that. He felt like they were regulars at a pub or a cafe or a collective or something. He imagined them all at a bar like Friends, or another sitcom. 

It was hard...

He started microblogging about his thoughts. On a weird website he'd found from some friends at university.

He thought back then they were strange. Why would you get together and talk about what you wrote. Why would you write at all. 

Now he found himself writing every day. Or almost everyday,...

They'd had a nice meal. Full of salt, and carbs so they both were lounging. He had the door of his room open and his window. In a way to clear the room of the smell, and in another just to enjoy the quiet. 

"When do they come back?" Ashleigh...

"You guys do cortados?" George said. 

A girl he dated in the past noticed that as he got older the size of his drinks kept getting smaller. 

"Eventually you'll just get an espresso or whatever."

George was fine with this, although if he was honest he didn't really like espressos. Too...

"Should we get some food. Like idk brunch." Howard said. 

Immediately after he didn't know why he said it. People in the Coops despised brunch always liked to cook for each other. Didn't like food waste.

"Yeah, sure. But I don't really have that much money. Waiting for the next semester's...

His friend liked the attention. He liked every time he refreshed his feed more likes popped up. He thought about getting a girl parrot. So it was like a fist lady parrot. He thought about hats and all that T-shirts maybe. His wife was starting to get annoyed though. All...

He still loved her. They had a routine of doing crossword puzzles in the morning. Well their morning, they woke up nearly at 12 everyday. Noon, as people were just going to lunch, they were arising. They made their way down to their local cafe, and had a coffee. It...

They got Ashleigh and went back to Howards room. Where they made the plans.

Ashleigh had her bike lights in the bag, but Mike and Spencer just had their phones. So Howard was charging a bike light he first got from one of those move in fairs. 

They had a vague...

Howard couldn't speak right away. He couldn't think. 

"You're still on campus? Why didn't you go home?"

"I just told you, my brother had food poisoning he was my ride."

Howard couldn't speak. Without these two it would be easy. A perfect night, they'd proably go on a date, and get married. ...

“No I bet we could do something even bolder.” Howard said. 

The other part of himself caught up with him that this was his job. That if he’d be kicked out of here. He wouldn’t have enough money to pay for rent nor 

“We could go into the tunnels.” He...