You walk down the hall glancing at the numbers beside the doors.
1216
You sincerely hope the apartment isn't a rat-hole. Not that it would make much difference, you are desperate.
1218
Judging by the price in the paper, it could hardly be anything but a rat-hole.
1220
You are looking for 1224, and there are only two rooms left on this side of the hall. At least it is a corner room. But that optimism fades when you glance down at the floor. At the foot of the door lays a welcome mat with a large image of a pair of eyes and the words “Nice Skirt!”
“Great,” you think to yourself. “It’s going to be a bunch of drunken college guys." That is hardly what you need but you knock on the door anyway. You are desperate.
There is a few moments of silence followed by a scuffling noise and then a woman’s voice answers you.
“Who is it,” she asks breathlessly. Great one of the kid’s girlfriends.
“My name’s . I’m here about the apartment.”
“Ohh! Great, umm… let me just grab a towel.”
You sigh to yourself and wait quietly in the hall. After a few moments you here the sound of deadbolt being drawn back and the door swung open to reveal someone you didn’t expect.
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