Abby Maitland was used to living alone. She was used to the freedom and the emptiness and the quietness. She had, after all, lived alone since she was eighteen. She liked it that way, she never had to think twice about redecorating, never had to pick up other people's trash, never had to actually socialize in her flat unless she invited someone. Now, with Connor Temple living there, everything was different.
She wasn't sure she really truly liked it, but also knew she didn't completely hate it. It was just something to get used to. But Abby wasn't perfect and she often made mistakes with having a flatmate. Once she cleaned his room and organized it all wrong, another time she had thrown out what she thought must've been trash but was really some research, and sometimes she didn't even talk to him when they stayed in all day. There was one 'mistake' that Connor really didn't mind though. In fact, he hoped that she would repeat it often.
"Connor, I'm going in the shower. You can have it after, yeah?" He heard her voice call from her bedroom.
"Yep," Connor replied, giving a small nod. He didn't dare tear his eyes away from the computer screen, he was far too busy playing Assassin's Creed. He was actually glad for once that Abby was taking hers first. He usually complained about this arrangement, as she used far too much hot water and left him with nothing except ice, practically, but at least he'd get to finish some important missions in the game.
At least a half hour passed before the water turned off and the door opened. He figured she was already dressed and her hair was probably brushed, but when Abby sat next to him and he looked over, she was in nothing but a towel. Connor raised his eyebrows, wondering if this was something of a habit, before averting his eyes back to the screen, feeling rather rude.
"Uh, Abby," He furrowed his eyebrows, clearing his throat. A lump had seemed to appear there. "doesn't that…um…make the couch all wet or something?"
"Hardly." She replied, as if it was so casual. Was this all a plan to make him go mad?
"Isn't it cold?"
"Connor, the heating's on 24/7. I couldn't be cold if I sat naked in the ice-box."
"Yeah, but—-" Connor was out of things to say. It was obvious that she didn't care and this was probably normal for her.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally managed to look up at her face. She was definitely smirking at him, the look she gave every time she made fun of him. He tried to focus on nothing else, but he had to admit it was rather hard. This was the first time he'd ever lived with a woman besides his mother. How was he supposed to react?
Abby sighed, pushing him lightly. "Stop staring and get in the shower, will you? You smell rotten.
He blinked rapidly and nodded, standing up quickly. "Yeah, yeah…"
"And clean up after yourself, yeah?"
Connor just blushed and ran off to grab a towel. If this happened on a daily basis, he wouldn't last in this flat.