It Started with a Crack by Piper James

Me: This is going to take longer than I thought. I didn’t realize this place was so packed on Sundays.

Dakota: I could’ve told you that.

Me: Thanks for nothing, Roomie

Dakota: I’ll make it up to you.

Me: How?

Dakota: I’ll endure the lines next time.

Me: Not good enough. There’s eight people in front of me, and it’s your fault for not giving me any warning.

Dakota: Fine. I’ll think of something else.

Dakota: How about tacos?

Me: Tacos fix everything.

Dakota: Tacos it is. But we need tortillas. Did you buy any?

Me: Damn it. I guess I’m getting out of line. These better be some fan-fucking-tastic tacos.

Dakota: Stop whining, you big baby. I can make something else.

Me: Nope. Already got out of line. I expect tacos.

Dakota: You got it. See you soon.