To think. He would stop by any time she wanted him to. He’d be a few doors away from her. Would they exchange keys? How often would he stop by? And how about herself, she would be always welcome in his apartment. Oh heavens. His heart was beating faster.
“It’ll be.. y-yeah. Amazing.” he smiled at her.
“And you can come anytime you want,” she replied, wishing to show him how much she trusted him. “Doesn’t matter the time of day..”
It wasn’t exactly moving in, which was probably too fast, but visiting was okay. Living together meant something deeper, something she wasn’t sure of. It meant showing him every quirk and habit of hers. Would that annoy him? She had so many questions about it..
The same worries went through his mind. The way he handled his clothes. How he left his shaver out on his bathroom sink. How cluttered his world was. Was she cluttered? Or was she neat? He expected neat. But he knew never to expect too much, it was rude.
He smiled, before reaching for his guitar, and picked it up.
“I guess that’s fair… and the same applies to you.”
Jack Maple 