December 24th, 9:30Am EST
Simone Grey shivered, feeling the cold December morning's drafts nipping at her. She had just been turned away from a couple who were looking for a roommate, the sixth time that month to be exact. She opened the newspaper, looking for another ad about becoming a roommate, to her delight she spotted one immediately.
Mark stumbled out of his bedroom, fully dressed, ready to head out to shoot some footage for his movie. He and Roger have had no luck looking for a roommate, they had interviewed people of all types, but he hadn't trusted anyone so far.
"Roger, I'm going out shooting!" Mark shouted to the guitar playing man, still in his room. Mark received a sleepy response of "Be back soon, someone just called about being a roommate, she'll be around at about 11, don't ruin this one!"
Mark rolled his eyes as he left the loft, down the stairs and out on to the sidewalk. After a good half hour of shooting he adventured into the park, hoping to get some footage worth something. He scanned the area, his eyes watching behind his glasses. His eyes rested on a girl, no not a girl, a young woman, no more than maybe 19 years of age. She was small and shivered as she tried to huddle up in her thin coat.
Sandy Blonde hair fell to her upper-middle back; Green eyes were framed by a light dust of black eye shadow. After about fifteen minutes of him watching her, he got up and walked back to the loft, where Roger was waiting outside.
"Roger? What are you doing?" Mark cautiously questioned.
"I'm waiting for the girl to get here, if you remember right, our buzzer is broken…" Roger teased.
After about ten minutes a young woman walked up to them
"Excuse me, are you Roger Davis and Mark Cohen?" She asked.
Mark looked up, and then was surprised that she was the woman from the park. He was speechless.
Roger wasn't, however. "Yes! I'm Roger, this is Mark! Please come inside, we can show off the loft and discuss things like that."
Roger led Simone in and up the stairs. "This is the loft!" Simone walked in and looked around before smiling. "I like it here already; it reminds me of my grandmother's attic. I loved it there"
"So, how do you want to discuss paying rent?" Mark suspiciously asked.
Simone smiles, " I have a great job, I write poetry and my poems have been published in magazines and some books too"
"Can you pay 100 dollars a month?" Mark teased. "I could pay much more than that, My Aunt Alison helped me get my job" She recited.
"Alison Grey-Coffin? Of the Westport Greys? Isn't that Benny's Wife?" Mark skeptically questioned.
"Yeah, I think it is. Mark, can I talk to you?" Roger whispered. "Is anything wrong? Did I ruin yet another opportunity?" Simone worriedly questioned.
"You have the position"
"What?" Roger asked of Mark's quick decision
Simone was filled with glee
"We'll get along fine"