“No thank you” you say. You are to nervous to eat.
“Very well” she says dismissively “My name is Ayami. So why do you want to live here anyway?”
“I don’t really have a choice, I have nowhere else to go.” You reply “I just started college and my parents wanted me to leave home”
“couldn’t you stay on campus?”
“no” you reply embarrassed “I could barely afford tuition, let alone housing”
You notice her bite her lip as she looks you over again and a shadow of a smile plays at the corners of her mouth “does she find it finny that I am so hopeless?”
“when would you want to move in?” she asks eagerly
“As soon as I could”
Your answer seems to please her, “good, how much time do you need to gather your things?”
“Well everything I own is in my car” you say a bit taken back by this sudden realizeation “am I accepted?” you dread to ask but you do so anyway “what about rent?”
She smiles at you like you are the subject of some twisted inside joke “we can discuss that over dinner…” she kicks her feet up on the table in front of her, they have a nice curve to them, her toes are cute and round and her heels have a nice pink blush. They are topped opp with wonderfully pedicured nails.
“I would rub those in an instant” you think to yourself
Its as if she read your mind. She flexed her toes and then curled them one after the other. The motion caused something deep inside of you to stir. “Stop staring!” you had to remind yourself. You look up and realize she is staring at you slightly bewildered
