SP Patrick ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You walked down the hallway of your new apartment complex, balancing two boxes. Someone knocked into you and made you drop all your boxes.
"Damn." You muttered as the guy just walked past.
"Asshole." You growled, picking up your things. People walked by as you struggled to gather your stuff. Suddenly a man with bleached hair and a white button up shirt under his half vest bent down to your level and started to help you.
"Thanks." You said in slight shock.
"No, it's fine. I just can't believe all those people walked straight past you without asking if you were okay." The guy mumbled angrily. You picked up your things with a pleased smile filling your face.
"What's your name?" You asked.
"Patrick. You?" Patrick replied.
"I'm (Y/N). I'm moving in today."
"Are you moving into 21B?"
"Yeah."
"That's right across from me." You smiled and picked up the last thing and standing up.
"Let me carry a box for you." Patrick offered, picking up a box.
"Thank you Patrick." You smiled, picking up your other box. You and Patrick walked to your apartment room and opened the door. You set the boxes in the living room.
"So, got any more boxes?" Patrick asked rubbing his hands eagerly.
*Time Skip*
When all your boxes were in the living room, Patrick turned to you.
"(Y/N), would you do me the honor of coming over for a cup of tea tomorrow? I know you're probably tired now." Patrick asked.
"Sure. Do you want my number?" You replied. Patrick nodded his head and you wrote your number on a piece of cardboard.
"Thanks. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." Patrick smiled, kissing your cheek. He left and you touched you cheek, smiling like and idiot.
