His eyes were a chocolate brown, and his lips were plump. His hair was very attractive.
"Hello! I'm Faelecia! Nice to meet you!" I went to shake the man's hand. He grabbed it and pulled it closer to his mouth, pressing a kiss to it.
"Brendon Urie, at your service." He was a gentleman. Good thing I put the effort in.
"Enter, enter. Take your shoes off at the door, please." He nodded and removed his sneakers. He wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
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"So, would you like a tour first or the interview. I don't have very many questions to ask." I stated.
"We can start off with the interview. Whatever you want, Madame." He smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.
"Alright, do you usually have people over?" I questioned.
"No, and if I do, I would ask my roommate if he or she minds." He placed his leg on the other.
"Are you a hog, or a neat freak?" He chuckled.
"I'm neither. I cleaned my apartment once every week, and I intend to do that here. And no, you won't have to clean, I'll be able to do it all!" He was such a gentleman.
"Last question: will you be kind to your new roommate?" I saw him run his hand through his hair, looking amused.
"Of course! My roommate deserves to be treated with so much respect." He took both of my hands and looked me in the eyes. It's weird. He wasn't that weirded out with random touching.
"I would never disrespect someone whom is letting me live in their house. That's just wrong." He let go of my hands and stood back up, toying with the buttons on his shirt. I was practically left speechless, just admired by his perfectness.
"Well..." I trailed off, "time for the tour of the apartment."
Brendon followed me as I showed him to the kitchen.
"It's so easy, it's connected to the living room. There's a stove, oven, microwave, fridge and freezer. Pretty normal kitchen." I stated. Brendon nodded, actually paying attention.
"Looks nice in here. You really keep your apartment clean, I like that!" He winked. I nearly fell to the floor. I held onto the counter, acting nonchalant. In reality, I was losing the feeling in my legs.
"Thank you..." I fumbled over my words. He smiled and we proceeded to the bathroom.
"There is only one bathroom in here and that's a full bathroom. It has a toilet, a sink, a shower and a cabinet. Then there's my room," I opened the door and us two walked in.
"This is... where I sleep, spend most of my time... the usual." Brendon examined the room as if it were the Mona Lisa in front of him.
"Wanna see your bedroom now?" I questioned. He nodded, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. I walk to the door, but from behind me he opened the door.
"Voila! mademoiselle!" I walked in and kindly thanked him for his actions.
"It's almost the same as my room, except there's a different colour. Mines purple and yours is grey, does that bug you?" I asked. He shook his head no and smiled.
"There's a queen sized bed in both rooms, a dresser, a closet and a TV in my room and the living room." I told him. He retained all the information and looked down the hall.
"Well, I'm so interested in this apartment. I hope that I can fill that room!" He cheered.
