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apartment.
Whatever. It was too small anyway.
"We'll pay more than she can offer too. We have two salaries," added Mr. Chic, emphasizing my single status in the most charming way. Not.
"Done," said Rick, accepting their paperwork and smiling broadly. The men pumped hands and grinned at each other.
I looked at my clipboard. I hadn't even filled in my name. "Shame. I was going to offer an extra five hundred bucks a month for the next two years," I said with a shrug as I returned the clipboard. Rick's smug face dropped a little. "Enjoy your new place. See ya." I turned on my heel and strode out of the pretty little apartment, leaving the happy couple to negotiate their way out of paying too much, just as Rick repeated the figure I dropped.
Climbing into my car, I told myself it just wasn't meant to be. Getting the first apartment I saw was too easy, and there were more to see. Even if they didn't work out, it wasn't like I'd be homeless at the end of the month. I still had options. Sure, one option was hearing my best friend and brother humping, or I could stay with my parents and get roped into whatever my mother's latest obsession was. Admittedly, they weren't great options, but options all the same, and that was a lot more than some people had. Another thought occurred to me. I had the Lexi -is-a-millionaire-for-two-minutes house to look after while I continued the assignment. What were the odds that the owners would let me stay on a while longer while I pursued my house search? Possibly about as high as my ever owning the perfect, yellow bungalow that had long been the object of my house porn obsession. That thought cheered me as I drove to my next viewing. I wouldn't mind extending my stay in Chilton if it were anything like Solomon's house.
Frederickstown it was fair to say, was not at the top of my "really want to live here" list, but the apartment sounded nice in the listings and was on the nicer side of town. Or, at least, the listing seemed nice. But as I pulled up to the curb and surveyed the building, my heart just couldn't get excited. It wasn't because the building wasn't nice. It was actually pretty good, judging by the run-down neighborhood's standards. But I knew I didn't want to live miles away from my family and friends and work, not to mention decent coffee shops. Even if I had to be practical when it came to my future habitat, I still wanted to live well and not spend extra money on cab fares or never having a drink again just so I could drive home.
The realtor met me at the door. She was young, fresh-faced and eager to please. Or eager to get the apartment rented. Either way, she was a lot nicer than the last guy.
"I'm Renata . This your first place?" she asked with a hopeful smile.
"Nope." I shook her soft hand. "Just got to move."
"Oh." She shrugged and didn't ask anymore, choosing instead to fiddle with her keychain until she found the right key for the door. Opening it, she indicated that I follow. "It's top floor," she told me, over her shoulder. "So no upstairs neighbor noise."
"Great." I tried to sound enthusiastic, but failed as I plodded after her. We didn't see any other residents until the third floor when a man hurled past us, forcing Renata and me to plaster ourselves against the wall. With his jacket collar turned up, and a Yankees cap pulled low over his head, he bulldozed past us without so much as a “Sorry.”
"Excuse us," snipped Renata , not too subtly or quietly. The man paused for a fraction of a second on the landing below. His chin turned upwards, revealing a stubbled , square jaw, and from what I could see, the lower half of a handsome face. Then he plowed on, casually flipping us the finger.
Nice neighbor.
"You're going to love the apartment," Renata continued as we made our
Whatever. It was too small anyway.
"We'll pay more than she can offer too. We have two salaries," added Mr. Chic, emphasizing my single status in the most charming way. Not.
"Done," said Rick, accepting their paperwork and smiling broadly. The men pumped hands and grinned at each other.
I looked at my clipboard. I hadn't even filled in my name. "Shame. I was going to offer an extra five hundred bucks a month for the next two years," I said with a shrug as I returned the clipboard. Rick's smug face dropped a little. "Enjoy your new place. See ya." I turned on my heel and strode out of the pretty little apartment, leaving the happy couple to negotiate their way out of paying too much, just as Rick repeated the figure I dropped.
Climbing into my car, I told myself it just wasn't meant to be. Getting the first apartment I saw was too easy, and there were more to see. Even if they didn't work out, it wasn't like I'd be homeless at the end of the month. I still had options. Sure, one option was hearing my best friend and brother humping, or I could stay with my parents and get roped into whatever my mother's latest obsession was. Admittedly, they weren't great options, but options all the same, and that was a lot more than some people had. Another thought occurred to me. I had the Lexi -is-a-millionaire-for-two-minutes house to look after while I continued the assignment. What were the odds that the owners would let me stay on a while longer while I pursued my house search? Possibly about as high as my ever owning the perfect, yellow bungalow that had long been the object of my house porn obsession. That thought cheered me as I drove to my next viewing. I wouldn't mind extending my stay in Chilton if it were anything like Solomon's house.
Frederickstown it was fair to say, was not at the top of my "really want to live here" list, but the apartment sounded nice in the listings and was on the nicer side of town. Or, at least, the listing seemed nice. But as I pulled up to the curb and surveyed the building, my heart just couldn't get excited. It wasn't because the building wasn't nice. It was actually pretty good, judging by the run-down neighborhood's standards. But I knew I didn't want to live miles away from my family and friends and work, not to mention decent coffee shops. Even if I had to be practical when it came to my future habitat, I still wanted to live well and not spend extra money on cab fares or never having a drink again just so I could drive home.
The realtor met me at the door. She was young, fresh-faced and eager to please. Or eager to get the apartment rented. Either way, she was a lot nicer than the last guy.
"I'm Renata . This your first place?" she asked with a hopeful smile.
"Nope." I shook her soft hand. "Just got to move."
"Oh." She shrugged and didn't ask anymore, choosing instead to fiddle with her keychain until she found the right key for the door. Opening it, she indicated that I follow. "It's top floor," she told me, over her shoulder. "So no upstairs neighbor noise."
"Great." I tried to sound enthusiastic, but failed as I plodded after her. We didn't see any other residents until the third floor when a man hurled past us, forcing Renata and me to plaster ourselves against the wall. With his jacket collar turned up, and a Yankees cap pulled low over his head, he bulldozed past us without so much as a “Sorry.”
"Excuse us," snipped Renata , not too subtly or quietly. The man paused for a fraction of a second on the landing below. His chin turned upwards, revealing a stubbled , square jaw, and from what I could see, the lower half of a handsome face. Then he plowed on, casually flipping us the finger.
Nice neighbor.
"You're going to love the apartment," Renata continued as we made our
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