Armin's POV
Armin opened the door to his apartment, hugging his friend as soon as she walked in. Sarai smiled as she looked around the room, her eyes lighting up with joy.
"You're apartment is gorgeous, what the fuck?" She cursed, turning her head in all kinds of directions. "It's so fucking huge."
"Thanks." Armin smiled, scratching the back of his neck. "Um...I'll give you a tour." Sarai nodded. "So, this is the kitchen. Over there, is the living room." He pointed across the room.
"Show me your room." She demanded, smirking. Armin looked down at her.
"I can't tell if you're being dirty or not." She chuckled.
"Show me!" She squealed.
"Okay, c'mon." He grabbed her hand, leading her down the hall to his room. Armin's room was dimly lit by the sun shining through the window. Sarai walked in, opening the curtains.
"Why so dark?"
"I like it dark." He responded. Sarai looked around his room. Armin's room was always clean, especially since he didn't sleep in there much.
"Is that how you like your women too?" She asked, walking over to him.
"Sarai." He shook his head. "Don't do this."
"Do what?" She wrapped her arms around his waist. "So, is this where the magic happens?" She turned her head, looking at the bed. Armin pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.
"Seriously Sarai, I invited you over to help me figure out how to ask Y/N to be my girlfriend. I don't wanna jeopardize anything." He pushed her arms off of him.
"Just one kiss." She traced her finger on his chest up to his neck, placing her hand on the back of his head, pulling him close.
"No. I have a girlfriend."
"Not yet."
"What's gotten into you?" Armin slightly raised his voice, annoyed.
"Nothing." Sarai stopped, sitting on his bed. Armin furrowed his eyebrows, sitting next to her. "I just-I'm still kinda upset about that day...at the club."
"The day we were supposed t..." He started. She nodded, looking up at him.
"I didn't know how bad I wanted you until we kissed at the café. I know you have a girlfriend-Where is she, by the way?"
"Work, she took an afternoon shift at the club today."
"When will she be home?"
"Not until after midnight."
"Oh. That's why you invited me over."
"What?"
"I can tell that Y/N doesn't like me."
"How? She hasn't said anything to you."
"Yeah, but I'm a girl and girls can tell."
"Really?"
"Mhm." She sighed. "And I can tell that she doesn't like me."
"No, Y/N's nice. That's why I invited you to her birthday. I want you guys to get to know each other."
"I know. I'll be there." She smiled.
"Good."
"So, is this where the magic happens?" She laid down on the bed, rolling over.
"One of the places." He winked.
"Where else?" She sat up. Armin nodded his head towards his bathroom.
