Over text.How he managed to sound like a smug jerk in a text message she didn’t know, but he was good at it.
"I've seen him around quite a bit," Dina said, bringing the conversation back to the man. "Always in these perfectly tailored suits with this expensive leather briefcase. He holds the elevator for people and says “please” and “thank you” to the staff. Some wealthy individuals in this building act as if the doormen are furniture. He doesn’t. He’s nice."
"So he's polite. That's a low bar," Kelly said, though privately she agreed it was a point in his favor.
"Well, he doesn't seem like a serial killer, which is always a plus in my book," Amy said with a grin. “Although I’ve seenAmerican Psycho, so I suppose anything is possible.”
Dina tapped her finger thoughtfully against her wineglass. "Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him around in a while. Maybe he's been on vacation?"
"Or sick," Amy suggested. "Though I doubt it. Men like that don't get sick. They're too busy being perfect." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I've also seen some of the women he's brought home. Gorgeous. All of them. Different types, but always stunning. He must be hot in the sack."
"I don't even want to think about what he's like in bed,” Kelly protested. “And why do you think he’s good in bed? You can tell just by looking at him?”
“No,” Amy replied slyly. “I can tell by how those women look at him.”
Oh.
"Maybe you should think about it," Dina said. “He is smoking hot.”
Kelly rolled her eyes. "Right. Because that's exactly what I need in my life right now."
"It might be exactly what you need," Amy pointed out. "When was the last time you went on a date?"
Not this again.
"I'm dating Kevin," Kelly reminded them. “We went out last Saturday night to a movie and then some dinner.”
It might not have been the most exciting or scintillating evening, but Kevin was an okay guy.
"Kevin the Bore," Amy muttered under her breath.
"He's not boring," Kelly protested weakly. "He's... stable."
"Stable like a coma patient," Dina said, and Amy snorted.
“I love you like a sister, so I’m not going to beat around the bush,” Amy declared. “Kevin is a whiny little control freak who wants what he wants when he wants it. Anybody else’s feelings or needs aren’t important. Let me ask you a question. How many times has Kevin texted you today? I’m sure he wanted to make sure you’re at home and not doing anything fun. Heaven forbid you should enjoy yourself.”
Kelly felt her cheeks flush. She couldn't exactly defend Kevin with much enthusiasm.
“I dunno. A few,” she admitted. In truth, it had been more than a few. “He’s not that bad.”
“Yes, he is,” Dina said. “You’ve only been going out with him for a few months. It’s not like you’ve invested years in him. Honey, there are better guys out there.”
Yes, but would they be willing to attend a small town wedding with her? That was really asking for something.
"Anyway," Amy continued, "trash room guy?—"
"Ben," Kelly interjected. "He said his name is Ben."
"Ooh, we're on a first-name basis already," Amy teased. “That’s promising.”
"He introduced himself,” Kelly reminded them. “But I think I didn’t introduce myself. Shit, Emily Post would be appalled.”
"Ben," Dina said, "might ask you out."
Kelly adored her roommates, but sometimes they were clearly not tethered to reality.
"You think he’s going to ask me out after I pointed out that he had a Cheeto on his shirt? Get real. He’s going to avoid me completely. If he sees me at the elevator, he’s going to take the stairs.”
