I was standing outside of my apartment with Nathan M. in Brooklyn only it was in a very industrial area. Our friend Michael B. passed by on his way home and as we talked a girl from work (Paola fromWhat/When) walked by on her way to work and said a quick hello. As she walked away I noticed she was wearing really tight jeans and I never realized how nice and thick she was.

Michael said he was on his way to eat some tacos and invited us along. I knew I had to be somewhere later that afternoon but decided to join him since I never get to see him. We walked westward over to Cobble Hill (which was nothing like Cobble Hill) and I was exited to find a new good  food spot in his area. We walked past the taco place and around the corner to his apartment and you could hear West Indies music blaring from one of the apartments. He said "That's the only negative thing about living here."

When we got upstairs to the doorway of the apartment his dogs came running out to excitedly greet us (they were just like Ryan's little dogs) and when we got inside his sister was there as well. She asked if we were there to eat his tuna tarts and I realized that it was his plan all along.

We wandered around observing his place as he took biscuits out of the fridge and topped them with a tuna casserole of sorts and I couldn't wait to try them once they came out of the oven.