(Woman to Tarantula)
“Joan. Joan. Hey, Joan!” A hand grabbed the top of my laptop, and I quickly braced the screen before Hannah could close it. I sent the blonde a sharp glare, and she let up her grasp immediately. She had been my roommate for the past few years, and I’d grown used to her antics, even returning some of her pranks. I think she was surprised to find her quiet roommate could give as good as she got.
“What?” I gave her an exasperated look, trying to cover my amusement.
She leaned over, looking upside-down at my screen. “Whatcha doing?” Just like a puppy; if you didn’t pay attention to her for too long, she’d come bounding in, looking for something to do.
I waved her hair out of the way, chuckling despite myself. “Have you ever heard of TransFun.com?”
She nodded, tapping one of her fingers against her lower lip. “Isn’t that the sit