Her roommate is usually home when Annie makes it back from her day at work, and they've settled into a nice routine together by the time she's into her second week of the internship.
"Welcome home." Victoria's voice drifts over from the direction of the couch, where she's perched on the edge like a cat. "How was the FBI today? Solve any crimes?" She waits a millisecond before continuing, so that Annie has the chance to open her mouth to start to reply, when she cuts her off. "Wait - let me guess. Can't talk about it?"
She says this exact same thing almost every day, and although he first couple of times it was a little off-putting - Annie wasn't entirely sure whether she was being serious or not - it's pretty funny now.
"You know it." She replies, before making her way to the bedroom to dump her briefcase (!) and shed her blazer.
"I ordered Papa John's, I hope that's okay."
"Yeah! That's fine!" She calls back, loud enough that she's sure her roommate can hear her.
She ties her hair back and scrubs at her face until all of her remaining makeup is off (Victoria almost never wears makeup at all, and it's nice to be able to just not have to wear it in front of someone) and untucks her shirt, before heading back out into the living room/kitchen area.
Victoria sits on the couch, eyes trained on the TV and balancing a plate full of steaming pizza in her lap. The box is sat on the kitchen counter, and Annie drifts towards the smell.
"Hey, do you need me to pay you-"
"Nah, it's fine, I got it."
Annie carefully takes a slice and slides it onto the plate awaiting her. Once she's managed to manoeuvre the first slice to fit a second on the plate, she makes her way to the couch, and flops down on the opposite side.
"What's on?"
"Parks and Rec." Victoria replies, glancing at her for the first time since Annie arrived back after work. She has an inquisitive look on her face, like she has something important on her mind but is unsure of whether to bring it up or not. After a pause, she finally asks whatever question it is that seems to be nagging at her. "So, uh, some guy called the landline today. Just before you came home - said he was looking for you."
Her face breaks into a grin, and it's a little childish, but she can't stop herself. "Oh, sorry. I thought he would call after work…"
"Would you mind if I asked who?" Victoria takes another bite of her pizza, chewing it pensively.
"He's… Well." How can she explain who Jeff Winger is? Her old study-buddy; her friend; her ex? "We went to college together - I mean, we're friends. We've been calling each other every couple of days for a while now, and it was awful for my phone bill and his, so I said he could call here." She finishes her speech by adding a hasty, "I hope that's okay with you!" At the end.
"Oh." Victoria swallows her pizza, though it's more of a gulp. Then she gets a sly look in her eyes. "He seemed pretty eager to talk to you."
"Shut up." She rolls her eyes, but truly, she's much rather her roommate kept talking. About Jeff - what did he say? How did he react? Did he really ask for her?
"Care to actually explain who he was?"
Annie tips her head back onto the couch pillows, considers her roommate's proposition for a moment, and concedes. "How much time do you have?"