Evanston Imagines

Imagine Moving In Opisite Chris

Today you moved to American and you had found a really nice apartment. You walked up the flits and flits of stairs. You were carrying so may bags plus they were very heavy.

You finally reached your apartment door reaching inside your pocket to find the keys. You had a struggle to get them out and when you finally did you dropped them.

You let out a frustrated sigh and bent down to pick them up. When you got back up you heard a door open. You heard the sound of a apple being bitten into.

You turned around to see a man in nothing covering himself with a tea towel. He bent over to pick up a news papper and stood watching you.

When you open the door you threw the bags in and when you turned around to close the door he stood smiling at you.

"Hello" he said before taking another bite.

"Hello" you smiled back.

"You must be new here"

"How did you know?" You asked sarcastically.

"The bags and your accent."

"Oh yeah" you blushed.

"I like your accent it's cute" he leaned on the door frame, "How about dinner some time?"

"Sure."

"What about tonight at 7?"

"Sounds great."

"See you then."

You watched him go back inside before you did the same. You couldn't wait for tonight.