“You look good,” a familiar voice comments from the doorway as I step into my high heels. I look up to see my roommate. “Thanks, Rica.” I glance between her and the fish on my desk. “I appreciate you looking out for Heath while I was gone. You didn’t have to clean his bowl, too.” “I didn’t.” I rise from the bed, smoothing down the silver dress that ends halfway down my thighs. I fold my arms across my chest. “Yeah, you did. But it’s cool. You don’t have to admit it.” She rolls her eyes, and I continue. “DJ Payne’s playing in Brooklyn this weekend. I saw him on...