Cherry tomatoes weren’t her favorite, but they would do. It was interesting what you could find in someone’s kitchen when you thought you knew them better. And he had romaine lettuce too. That was nice, but the ranch was expired so she’d gone with some olive oil and salt. It was a good salad, considering…
Eric hadn’t seemed like a cherry tomato guy. Eric hadn’t seemed like any kind of guy really. Perfectly generic, brunette, scruffy looking. Hell he looked like some bro off of a movie poster.
To be perfectly honest, she thought she’d find nothing but mayonnaise and vodka. And maybe an Xbox.
She’d only been looking in his fridge for something to eat because what else was she supposed to do while she waited?
Stay there until pick up.
Fine. But they’d better hurry.
She’d dragged his body to the next room so she wouldn’t have to smell that death smell while she ate.
Whatever Eric did eat BESIDES salad ingredients and white on white condiments, it definitely made his shit stink.
She laughed then, tossing her head back as she enjoyed her salad.
She made a mental note to close the door to the bedroom, the smell was wafting out.
Oh and she’d better get her gun off the coffee table too.
That was rude.
She didn’t live here.
You know, if I were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well, that would just be okay.