Fortunately, Amanda didn't seem suspicious of me being broke, because that would make one hell of a depressing bar joke.
"About May...does this place have somewhere she can stay while she's training?"
Amanda looked her up and down, and she seemed to notice the special relationship between us so she made sure to speak politely to her.
"If you don't mind, you can stay with me on the third floor. My unit's already been renovated, and I've got a spare room."
May smiled back and nodded.
"Don't you have a family, Amanda? Won't that be a bother?" I inquired.
A faint laughed escaped her, though there was no humor in it.
"No. I never got married. Fifteen years down the drain with a cheater who fuck my best friend behind my back. So now, it's just me."
"What an asshole. Hard to believe there are guys that insensitive." I let out a disappointed sigh.
If it were me, I would just fuck both of them. Problem solved—everyone's happy.
