Christina's POV
The universe was testing me.Not in a gentle "let's see how you handle this minor inconvenience" way,but more in a "let's throw every possible disaster at you simultaneously and watch you drown" fashion.
Standing outside my apartment door was Mr. Donnelly,my landlord, a fifty-something man who perpetually smelled like microwaved shepherd's pie and made questionable fashion choices—like today's socks-with-sandals combo that screamed "I've given up on impressing anyone."
"Ah, Miss Vance," he said, shuffling awkwardly. "I was hoping to catch you."
I forced a smile. "Mr. Donnelly. What a surprise."
Akira growled inside me. She never liked him, saying he smelled like deceit and processed cheese.
"Yeah, well..." He rubbed his hands together, avoiding my eyes. "
