"Apartment hunting. I heard this is where we starving artists like to live and I figured I might as well go back to where I belong." Her broke, ramen three times a day, scrimping and saving roots. Honestly, those were some of her best days. With Hasi being her terrible, no-good voice in her head, it'll be just like art school again. Hooray.

"I didn't find much, really, but then again, I don't have much for anything I would have found, so it all works out in the end." She moves in the direction of the nearest El station, arms crossed in front of her chest, not to seem standoffish, but from a lack of anything to do with them. "What do you do, by the way? Tell me about Tom."