You move into a dingy apartment, looking for friends In a new city, and possibly someone to love.

You turn the doorknob to your new room, realizing it was locked. with your brows knitting in confusion and your fists balling up, you sigh, heading down the hall to another room- 1412. you knock, and a man answers, his appearance is messy and has bags under his eyes. he looks you up and down, his brows arching.

"Oh...hey. what do you want?" You explain that you're locked out of your apartment, and that you're new. "Ok. sure, come on in." he picks up his phone, dialing for the manager whilst you tiptoe around the place. the apartment obviously had seen better days, but hey, this sweaty, awkward and avoidant man was calling the manager to help you, so you can;t complain.

he sets the phone down, the wire coiling back up as he turns to you, running a lanky hand through his hair-(which looked like it needed washing)- before smiling ever so slightly. "they'll be here soon. what's your name, anyway?"