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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!"
You nearly shot right out of your bed when you laid eyes upon the figure by the door way. He leaned agaisnt the door frame, the same surprise there in his eyes that were also also wide. He begins to try and to explain himself without completely alarming you.
He stands up straight, stuffing his hands into his pockets with a chuckle. "Well you aren't my roommate." He sighs fiddling around in his pockets for a key. He raised it up to you a grin appearing on his face. "I got assigned apartment 206. This it?"
He stalked into the dark room a slight hum coming after his words as he watched you clutch your sheets closer to your body. He figured, you werent completely dressed. The man cleared his throat gesturing towards you with a pointed finger. "I'm not intruding on anything right?"
"Well! Yeah, you kind of are!" Your voice shook a bit. Why was he being so casual? He was standing in the middle of some stranger's bathroom, in nearly complete darkness. The light from the livingroom poured into the doorway but it stopped where he stood. He was so tall...from what you could see.
Your heart pattered in your ears as you swallowed the tightness in your throat.
Clearly this man had to be here for a very good reason. Maybe he arrived at the wrong apartment.
And so far, he doesn't seem like the creepy type.
Still, you couldn't seem to fully get a handle on your emotions.
Your eyes trailed down from his face to the tightness of his white shirt and then further down. He was incredibly tall and he looked to be just as strong. Really, you wondered if this was all just an awkward misunderstanding.
"This is apartment 209." You assured him slipping out of bed with a sheet wrapped around your body. Your legs felt bare as the cold air came rushing in from the AC. You struggled to stand up a weak feeling in your knees. You worried if he would bother stand in your way of the door.
Before you could hold onto this fear, he moved out of the way.
He quirks a brow as if he seemed to get what you were talking about.
"The numbers are the door read 206."
You sighed, unaware that maintenance still hadnt fixed your wobbly numbers. It was only your apartment that had this issue and it was quite annoying going down there and having to wait for hours just to speak with someone.
