Ivy
IvyFinding a housemate was tricky business.
I took a nervous sip from my hot cocoa, wishing I’d ordered something stronger to get me through this. The slender guy sitting on the other side of the table smiled in a seemingly reassuring way but it just upped the creep factor.
“So, the bathroom is shared, right?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes, is that a problem?”
He smiled again. “No, no, not at all.”
His eagerness put me off immediately and I mentally scratched his name off my list of potential roommates. While there was a good chance he was just trying to be amenable, I didn’t like the vibes I was getting from him. If this was a job interview or something more serious, I’d fight harder to give him a fair chance, but considering I had to live with him… No thanks.
I folded my hands toge
