Julia Hart (http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac135/PhotoFaerie/Elliquiy/mandy-moore-choppy-bangs2.jpg)  Sara Jacobs (http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac135/PhotoFaerie/Elliquiy/HilaryDuff-04-big-1.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>Sara Jacobs sighed as she shifted the paper bag in her arms so she could get her keys into the lock.  It was only nine at night and she was returning from her date.  “Arrogant, self centered, pompous pig!” She muttered under her breath as she made her way through the door.  “Get waxed, shave my legs and put on a tiny little black dress just to hear him drone on about himself for an hour and not even look across the table at me...” She grumbled shutting the door.  The young woman made her way to the small apartment kitchen depositing her bag.  After leaving the pompous pig sitting at the dinner table Sara had taken a cab home, stopping at the market to pick up two bottles of Moscato d'Asti, a couple peaches and a cantelope to make a white Sangria.<br/><br/>She wasn’t sure if her roommate would be home so she picked up enough ingredients to make more than one batch of sangrias if need be.  And not having finished her dinner she picked up a skillet dinner from the frozen foods section.  A little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth in the clean kitchen.  Julia, her roommate, had turned out to be pretty ideal, though she didn’t know her all that well.  Sara found a flyer advertising a woman her age looking for a roommate and to stay in the city and work her job over the summer she was looking for a room to rent.  They sort of kept opposite schedules and just as when she moved in the last couple weeks they’d seen one another only in passing.  The details of rents and utility splitting had been worked out over the phone before Sara ever agreed to move in.<br/><br/>Sara kicked out of her strappy, black, four inch heels and slid them under the small table in the dining area.  If Julia was home she didn’t want her roommate tripping over her discarded shoes.  She had dressed to the nines for this date pulling out every little trick she knew to let Deacon she was interested and he didn’t even notice.   Disappointed and frustrated, in more ways than one, she put the sparkling wine in the freezer to quickly chill, pulled out a skillet and dumped in the pasta dinner before chopping the fruit to go in the wine.  The fruit once chopped also went into the freeze to act as an extra chilling agent when she put everything together after dinner.  By degrees Sara was relaxing as she stirred the pasta, shrimp and vegetables around the hot skillet.  Her manicured nails drumming out a tattoo on the counter.