"She works in marketing," Rhiannon said abruptly.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Oh, nothing. We're not getting along right now. I don't like her boyfriend."
"Uh, oh. That's hard," Joe said.
"He's such a creep. I'd get my own apartment but I'm leaving. I've never had an apartment."
"It's fun," Joe said. "Do what you want. But you have to buy a lot of stuff—beds and toasters and things. Actually, I don't even have a bed. I sleep on a camping mattress."
"I wouldn't mind that," Rhiannon said. "Would you show me your place some time?"
"Sure."
"People should do what they want to," she said fiercely.
"Damn right—although, it's not so easy sometimes." The more they talked, the more comfortable he felt with her.