"Guess what? My landlady just raised my rent again."
"Seriously? Your apartment is horrible." Nick looked up from his phone.
"It's not that bad."
"Carrots, you don't even have your own bathroom. Why do you even still live there?"
"I was hoping the next apartment I got would be with someone." Judy got off the couch and made her way to the kitchen, "Want anything?"
"Just water." The words Nick wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t manage to get them out.
"What are you going to do?" Nick asked tentatively, as Judy tossed him a bottle of water.
"You could move in here. I mean, you practically live here anyway." Nick suggested. Judy grimaced, and he slumped down in his chair.
"Really? I don't want to live in a bachelor pad." Judy gestured around at Nick's apartment.
"Okay." Nick said with relief. It's not that she didn't want to live with him; she just didn't want to live with him there.
"What if we found a new place?"
"Hm?" Nick swiveled his head around so fast his side hurt. He was walking fairly well by then, but it still ached all the time.
"Well, it makes a lot of sense. I wouldn't have to drive so far to pick you up, we wouldn't have to stay at the office if we wanted to work late, it would certainly be cheaper for both of us-“ Judy got gradually more nervous as she spoke.
“Let’s do it.” Nick interrupted her before she got light-headed.
“Really?” Judy’s eyes lit up, “Great!”
Nick tried not to focus too hard on how pretty her eyes were.
She whipped out her phone, “Okay, we need two bedrooms, it’d be nice to have a decent kitchen for a change, reasonably close to work, although you know how hard it is to get a place in City Center.”
“I get the bigger room.” Nick declared as he set a box down in their living room.
“What? No way!”
“I’m bigger than you. It only makes sense. And it was my idea to move in here.”
“I’m pretty sure it was my idea. And even if it was your idea, it’s an apartment that you wouldn’t have been able to afford if you didn't have the job that I got you.” Judy smirked.
“I had plenty of money.”
“That’s because you didn't pay taxes.”
“How about I get the bigger room, and you get to pick what pizzas we order for as long as we live here.” Nick bargained.
“Even if they have carrots on them?”
He grimaced, “Even if they have carrots on them.”
“Tempting,” Judy hopped onto the box at Nick’s feet so the two were eye level, “But how about I get the bigger room, and you can get this.” She kissed him, but when he opened his eyes she was gone.
“It's called a hustle, sweetheart!” Judy yelled from the bigger room.
Nick leaned against the kitchen counter, grinning.