He stared at a moment, conflicted, as if he was contemplating on the right decision to make. It pissed me off, and I pulled him in while he still stood.

He finally understood what I was asking of him, so he got out of the car and followed him in.

“You have such a nice place, I love it”

“Oh please,I'm sure it's nothing like your own place”

“I like your place, and that's about it. It tells me so much about you, from the interiors to the tiny details”

“Really, like what?”

I had never been more grateful for cleaning up my apartment earlier, it was such perfect timing,...