She Looks Like Fun - Arctic Monkeys
Flat hunting in London was almost impossible, especially for those on a student budget.
Eva knew the brunt of it. She had been searching since January, but every place she had found had been snatched from her at the last minute. It was now summer, exams had just finished, and Eva still hadn't put a deposit down on an apartment. She was beginning to panic; she was a very organised person who needed stability in order to function. She was to be kicked out of her current accommodation at the end of the week, so the pressure was on.
Nathan had had enough too. He had been dragged to every single one of the flat tours Eva had booked and had had to put up with the conversation for months. Though Nathan was sick of it all, he kept his words to himself and lent his ear for Eva so she could let off her stress. He knew he was her confidant, he also knew how frustrated she could get over the smallest of things. So when Eva had called that Saturday morning to ask if he was available for another tour at lunch, Nathan had agreed to tag along.
Previously Eva had been using an estate agent to find potential homes, but she had been showing Eva flats that were way out of her budget, trying to persuade her to spent twice as much than she could afford. A colleague had suggested Eva check out some roommate website, where supposedly their friend's cousin had found a cheap, decent place to stay for a year or so. During the uneventful morning shift, the two of them browsed the site, picking out a handful of places and calling up the numbers provided. Only one person had answered; Nicole Newman, a girl in her early twenties who had a spare room in her house in Bayswater. She sounded nice enough, so out of borderline desperation, Eva had arranged to see the house after work.
The pair had stepped out of the Uber, Eva almost gawking at the estate. The building was apart of a long line of terraced houses, all painted white and standing tall. Peaceful, clean and quiet was the area, completely contrasting the university dorms that Eva had grown to tolerate. Eva felt calm, which was a very good sign. She stood facing the door, which was hooded over by a balcony supported by two white circular poles on either side of the entrance, a few steps between the pillars. A silver piece of metal shaped in the number seven had been placed on the door; seven was Eva's lucky number.
'Seven Westbourne Crescent,' Eva spoke brightly, her blonde bangs swaying in the summer breeze. She turned her head to face Nathan, who was stood beside her, staring at the door, his brown locks that had been styled back were also moving in the gentle wind.
'Sounds and looks perfectly prestigious enough for you,' he commented, smirking.
'You're one to talk,' Eva scoffed, rolling her eyes.
'You gonna knock or what?'
'I was getting to that.'
The pair approached the door, Eva placing her freshly manicured finger on the doorbell, mentally preparing herself to meet her potential roommate. She had never previously considered a roommate; she had barely survived living in her university halls. The girls she had resided with were disgusting, to say the least. However she was almost at the point of hopelessness; she had until Friday to find a place, or find herself on Nathan's sofa.
Nicole Newman was the complete opposite of Eva; brown skin that contrasted Eva's pale patchy face entirely, brown hair that made Eva's seem too frizzy, thick distinctive eyelashes that made it seem like Eva had none at all, and a toned body that was almost too perfect to be true. Her outfit made up of dark jeans, a black swing top, a rusty red flannel and ripped Nikes seemed so effortless yet looked so good on her. Her hair had been slicked back into a high ponytail, her face bare except for the thick coat of mascara on her lashes. Two minimalistic silver rings glistened on her slim hands, her fingernails short yet polished. She leaned slightly against the doorframe, her almost stern, brown eyes studying the pair subtly.
