The American Roommate Experiment

by Elena Armas

“So, I guess we’re research partners now. Experiment buddies. Field… workers? You’re the mastermind.”

Do I even need to say it

Lina: if he texts you with unimportant shit, tell him to google it.

“I think we have the meet-cute in the bag,” he continued. “Remember the whole you thinking I was trying to break in and calling the cops?”

“So, you’re one of those people, huh?” She narrowed her eyes, and it was hard not to smile. “What people?” “One of those Mamma Mia–obsessed people.”