Deandra and I have been friends for over ten years.
He extended an invitation to me to attend a party after I moved in with my brother, and that’s how we first met.
After landing a job in the city, I had to find a place to call home. My brother invited me to live with him until I could find a place of my own. One evening, he was leaving as I got home from work. He asked if I wanted to go with him, and since the next day was a Saturday, I agreed. The party was fantastic, and I had a great time. We were introduced by my brother, who knew Deandra, who was my age. After a short while, we became close friends and frequently met for brunch, coffee, and even shopping. My opinion has changed, and I now regard Deandra’s house as a second home with a private bedroom. I visited Deandra last Saturday because we were going to organize her closet and donate the things she didn’t use. When I arrived at her house, I wondered why the air conditioner wasn’t running. I was anticipating Deandra’s house’s AC, which is always on and runs without a hitch because it’s hot outside. Deandra clarified that she didn’t know what was wrong with her air conditioner. Deandra requested assistance from a nearby HVAC business that morning because her air conditioner had begun to malfunction. Soon after, Deandra answered the door to let the HVAC technician inside after we heard a knock on it. He looked at Deandra’s thermostat and determined that it was broken, advising her to consider purchasing a new one. He was able to make the thermostat work despite the fact that it was beyond repair.