"Ah," Suyin said. "Well, regardless, do you mind helping me out a bit? I'm in a little bit of a pickle, as you might have realized." Suyin emptied out his pockets. One dollar and thirty-seven cents. "Look, I can get a job. As soon as I do, I’ll move out."
"Thank you," Suyin thanked her. "Suyin. You?" Suyin imagined the situation from her side and it was pretty cuckoo crazy. He hadn’t been expecting her to let him stay with her for a bit.
