Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 24

I looked around the place. It was very sparse; just the couch and a chair with a makeshift coffee table in front of them, made out of two cinder blocks and a plank of wood. There was a big radio in the corner that looked like the guarantee would've expired before FDR ever had his first Fireside Chat. She wasn't living high on the proverbial hog, that was for sure.

"So, Jake, to what do I owe the honor?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow. I forgot how attractive she was.

Maybe I made a mistake not pursuing her...