"Whose is this?" Alicia held up a gauzy, lilac blouse by the scruff like it was a misbehaving kitten. Germaine took a bite of his granola bar and wrinkled his nose. "'Snot yours?"
"No, it's not mine. Does this look like it fits me?" She held it out by the shoulders to show how it couldn't possibly. Alicia glared. "So where'd it come from?"
"One of your friends, probably?" He took another bite of granola.
"You think my friends are leaving their clothes behind our bed?" Her voice crescendoed.
"I don't know what you do with your friends when I'm not here." He grinned. Her mouth opened in disbelief, and she threw the blouse in his face. When he pulled it away, she was storming off. "Babe, I'm not cheating on you! Honest!" But the door slammed and she was gone.
Germaine stopped at Bonita's desk. "Thanks for the shirt."
She took it and looked at his face. "I take it she didn't leave you?" He shook his head. "It's just a matter of time, then the apartment's all yours." She quirked an eyebrow until he slapped a wad of twenties on her desk. She smiled. "Let's talk makeup stains."