sWitch

by Kat Blackthorne

I fished cash out of my pockets for a tip and swung open the door, expecting food and beer—instead an onslaught of people pushed through and into the apartment. Rollo held cat litter, Joss had a bag of cat food, and Lennon immediately got on their hands and knees to coax a kitty out from under the table.

True friendship :'(