Julissa’s apartment, a small two-bedroom, one-living-room layout, was decorated... probably intended to be cozy, but in reality, it was messy and disorganized. Scott felt like he had never entered such a chaotic home.
Julissa glanced at him. His discerning eyes and furrowed brows made him look just like the dormitory manager checking for cleanliness when she was in school.
She felt nervous, and now, looking at her own little space, she could see everything that was wrong with it.
There were delivery boxes piled at the door, still unopened, and clothes that needed washing were scattered on the couch.
Oh no, there’s even a piece of underwear!
Quickly, she hurried over to pick it up and quietly put it in the laundry basket on the balcony.
If she hadn’t tidied up, Scott wouldn’t have
