I came back a little over an hour later, with a little brown bag tucked under my arm.

“Xander, veggie burger!” I shouted. A few customers looked up from the racks of records and comic books and gave me a funny look.

“Well its about time!” He grumbled.

“Sorry, but they closed that one place you liked, Motown Tofu or something, you know, the one with Diana Ross’s face on the veggie burger wrappers?” I said, handing him the bag. He grumbled, and dug into it ravenously.

“Oh, I almost forgot, this is for you,” he said, handing me an envelope, “Tell me again why I’m harboring your personal mail here?”

“I told you,” I explained, “The boxes in my building are not safe. They were robbed last week, it was insane. OH MY GOD .” I gasped.

“What?” Xan said with his mouth full.

“Its from BELLA magazine!” I shrieked.

“That creepy indie girl magazine with the crappy fashion photos?” He asked.

“Xan, I got the internship!” I gasped.

“Oh, so now you’re too good for dear ‘ol Xander,” Xan grumbled.