“Still pretending at this point! I knew you were unreliable, never able to do anything right, and now you’re blaming me, saying it’s all my fault…”
“Yu, don’t talk about Liam like that.”
Jason gently slipped his arm around Emily’s shoulders, then turned back to me. “Liam, if you really can’t help it, my roommate has an apartment outside. I can lend you the key…”
He pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and showed me the screen. On it was a rushed photo of a dingy room with mold stains on the walls. Unopened delivery boxes and takeout bags covered the floor, while a crooked desk held a bucket of leftover noodles.
I stared at the photo of the cramped place, hardly a spot left to step.
“No thanks.”
I refused again, glancing between them, the corners of my lips lifting faintly.
“My way is faster than the train.”
Emily clearly didn’t believe me, thinking I was being stubborn just to save face.
She waved dismissively. “Fine, whatever you want! Don’t blame me if you can’t get home!”
“Jason and I are leaving early tomorrow. Don’t forget to save our seats!”
With that, she dragged Jason away.
The weather was especially fine on Leaving Day.