Chapter 15 - Roman Finally Wears the Cufflinks

A year later, Roman and I attended a charity dinner.
He wore the rhodium cufflinks.
“You hate cufflinks.”
“I have evolved.”
“You complained for twenty minutes.”
“I evolved painfully.”
I laughed.
Someone at dinner asked how we met.
“At a laundromat,” I said.
She assumed I was joking.
I was not.
A pipe had burst in one of Roman’s properties and ruined half his
clothes.
I was washing diner uniforms at two in the morning.
He offered me his last dryer sheet.
The feared Roman Vale had entered my life holding lavender-scented
May you like
fabric softener.
Power was strange.