Little Chat

Wilson's POV

"How's this one look?" Solene asked, sliding her phone across the table and over to me. "Three bedrooms, two bath. Only two thousand per month."

I gave her the flattest look I could muster and she laughed in return. We were currently seated in Georgia's kitchen, scrolling through online ads for apartments. After explaining what had happened the night before, Solene had offered her help in finding a new place for me. She'd also brewed us a pot of coffee and stolen a few of the best photos from Georgia t's albums so we could get copies.

I smirked at my phone a little. There had been more than enough embarrassing photos to use as blackmail. Including one little, naked Georgia's face down and butt up.

"Girl, I don't even make two thousand a month," I sighed, pushing Solene's phone back at her. "Let's keep it under a thousand."

"You're not going to get anything good under a thousand."

"Should we clarify both our definitions of good?"

She appeared to be a little offended by m