"So you didn't mind waking up alone?" I asked again.
"No it was perfect." She smiled brightly, "Waking up bruised and dirty. Naked and uncovered. Feeling so thoroughly used. I loved it."
"And the money helped you feel a little extra whorish?
Still smiling she took a sip of coffee before asking, "What money?"
"The five hundred bucks I left on your nightstand, tucked underneath your book rolled up in your panties. My rent money."
"Definitely didn't see anything like that." She said sweetly, putting down her coffee and getting up from the table.
"Is that a new bag?" I rose after her.
"Yes, I worked extra hard this month so I thought I'd treat myself."
"But you don't have a job..." I looked over to find only the receding echo of her shoes on the sidewalk.