<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - going to the Post Office with Shayla...</em><br/><hr/>Chelsea was caught off guard with Shayla's question. She took her time trying to come up with a reasonable answer to the question, not wanting to leave the new tenant hanging, as she exited out of the vehicle. As she rounded the rear of the car, with hands in her pockets, she said simply, "Nope. I'm not dating anybody. You could say I'm married to my job. I don't think I have time for a boy ... friend." As she lead the way from the rear parking lot to the entrance of the Post Office, she contemplated if she truly didn't have time for a boyfriend. The closest person that qualified as a potential boyfriend was Raul, who had been in the ShareHouse longer that herself. It was through the ShareHouse that they met and had much history. She shook of any fantastical idea in her head as she opened the door to the Post Office, holding it open for Shayla to walk in behind her.<br/><br/>Today being Friday, the line waiting for the next available teller was undeniably long. Chelsea was a regular as well, and some of people working at the Post Office who knew her, had offered to let her cut the line so she could get the mail. She looked at all the tellers, unfortunately, they were new recruits. It seemed they would have to wait, but she wouldn't suffer in the long line. She had Shayla to keep her company. Restarting their conversation, Chelsea asked Shayla, "So what do you do? Like, as work?"