My Roommate Is a Vampire

by Jenna Levine

It had been my choice to get an impractical graduate degree and end up hopelessly in student loan debt with few job prospects for my troubles.

“You never told me Frederick was such a big Taylor Swift fan.”

Frederick shuffled his feet awkwardly. “I . . . might have mentioned a few things I knew about Taylor Swift to some people in the kitchen.” “A few things?” Sam laughed again and shook his head. “Don’t be so modest. Your knowledge of her 1989 era is encyclopedic.”