After work, I decided to go to a fast food joint nearby considering the fact that the apartment is fifteen minutes from the office. I order a chicken wrap, peri-peri sweet potato wedges with a mixed berry smoothie. I wait for my order while I scroll through my Instagram feed.

After I finish eating, I decide to walk to the apartment hoping to burn off all those extra calories that I shoved down my throat just a few moments ago.

After following the Google map and asking random people for directions, I finally find myself in front of the building. Thank goodness! 

"Apartment 403! Voila," I say panting trying to catch the air lost out of my lungs from all the climbing.

I press on the doorbell hoping for him to be at home. When nobody answers, I glance down at my watch seeing it 6:25 p.m. He is late, I wonder. 

I put my bag down and sit cross legged in front of the door waiting for him. I hold my feets in my hand, rubbing them in trying to soothe the pain. Some people come in through the lobby watching me and give me weird glances. 

"Hey! Are you Ariella?" I hear a rough masculine voice above me as soon as I am about to dial his number.

"Yeah! Wyatt?" I ask, standing up and brushing the dust from my jeans. I turn my head to look at the face of my supposedly flatmate. Handsome, wouldn't do justice to how he looked.

His dark brown hairs fell on his face, giving him a boyish charm. His beautiful hazel eyes and a subtle hint of beard on his face added charisma to his already athletic build.

"I would love to shake your hands but my hands are full. Sorry for that," He jokes, pointing to the grocery bags in his hands giving me a boyish grin.

"Let me take one," I offer. 

"Thank you," he says, handing me one of the smaller bags. He takes out the key from his pocket and unlocks the door.

"Don't mind. It is a little bit messy. I was running late and didn't have time to clean up this morning," He tells me, putting the key on the side table as we enter through the door.

"This is the living room. On the right hand side, there is the kitchen. On the left, there are the bedrooms. The first door is my room. The other one is your room, if you take it." He points directions before continuing, "Let me take the bag from you. Thank you," He says smiling and heads to the kitchen to put the bags.

The living room is quite spacious. There is a black sofa with a circular table in the centre of the room. Then there is a television on the wall in front of it. Beside that, there are two more couches for sitting space. Other than that, the room is absolutely empty. It looks lifeless to me.

I follow him to the kitchen. Looks like a normal kitchen, I think to myself. There is a refrigerator, an oven and microwave. Wyatt places the grocery bag on the counters. I look around to see that the dishes are not washed while other than that it's pretty much clean.

"Sorry for the mess. I can assure you that I am in fact a very clean freak person. I was just running late today," He rubs the back of his neck.

"It's fine," I tell him, deciding to go take a look at the bedroom.

I am impressed, to say the least. The walls are cream coloured with a queen size bed in the centre and a coffee table at the side. There is a cosy chair near the window that is large enough to fill the room with light. The room has an attached bathroom and a decent size closet, earning two plus points from me.

I take a look around the room finding it is a nice place for me to live in. I can decorate around and customise according to my liking. I click a few pictures to send to my dad. 

"So? Do you like it?" He asks, offering me orange juice.

"Honestly, I really like it. It's a perfect size for me and plus it's near my office," I answer him.

"There is a public pool in the apartment along with a gym. For the gym, however you have to take the membership," He informs me and I nod my head.

"The rent is due for this month. I already have a lease prepared for one year. You can sign it and the room is yours," He says, leaning back on the table.

"I don't know what will happen after six months of my internship. If I get the job, I will be staying here or I will have to look for another place for a job. Signing the lease for one year isn't that great idea for me." I tell him after explaining to him about my internship. He considers my situation for a moment.

"Eight months? That's what I can offer. After six months, you can try looking for jobs and stuff. And I will try looking for someone. Who knows, you might get the job after all," He says, running a hand through his tousled hair. I give a moment of thought to what he said.

The place is absolutely perfect for me. I can get out of Aunt Hilda's house. The rent is reasonable and what Wyatt says makes sense to me. Plus, it's near to my office compared to Aunt' place. Also, he looks so freaking handsome which will be a pretty sight to stare.

"Well! Okay," I sign the documents.

"When can I start to move in? Is from tomorrow okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah! Absolutely," He tells me. 

"How did you get to know about me? I didn't put up any advertisement or anything. Just a few people knew that I was looking for someone. I am just intrigued about who can be our common friend?" He questions me, his eyebrows raising in curiosity

"Grace Handerson. Your friend's girlfriend who used to be your flatmate. I don't remember the name. Something with a C." 

"Connor." He reminds me.

"Yes, that was probably it," I say clicking my fingers together, "Thank you," I say picking my bag up from the table, ready to go. 

"Wait," He says suddenly and disappears into his room. 

"Sorry! This is the key. You can come whenever you like to move in. I will most probably be out," He hands me the key which I put in my bag carefully. 

"Nice meeting you," With that, I exit the door. But then suddenly, as if a light switch is turned on, something comes in my mind and I knock on the door again. He opens the door and is surprised to see me standing there.

"Forgot something in here?" He asks me.

"Actually! I forgot to ask something," I say adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. He nods his head motioning me to ask. I look at my feets feeling stupid suddenly.

"You don't do drugs or any illegal kind of stuff. Right?"I blurt it out, "I wouldn't like to live with someone like that. I should have asked before signing," His laugh interrupts my talking. I just want the ground to swallow me whole. 

"Don't worry. I am not into any 'illegal' stuff. Don't do much alcohol or partying. I actually have a decent job. I work in a magazine publishing company as a writer, not as marijuana dealer," He laughs again, making sure to air quotes illegal.

"Sorry for that," I mumble sheepishly looking everywhere except him.

"No problem. You are funny," He says patting on my shoulder sending shivers down my body from his mere touch.

"I will just go before I utter some other nuisance. Thank you," I walk away as fast as my legs could carry me before I embarrass myself even further, if that was possible.

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