we reached L.A, the city was amazing just like in movies, tall buildings, large green trees, beautiful parks but not so peaceful environment because of the traffic and stuff and our hotel was situated in a really bad place, it was in a narrow street, which didn't had any lights, it looked like a dumpster and what was worse, our apartment, it was really small, two bedrooms attached washrooms, living room and a kitchen, "you've gotta be kidding me" i said, i mean who would live in here, leaving our big comfy house and moving in a smaller cheaper house, i wouldn't, i went in my room. It had a small bed opposite to it was a bookshelf and a small wardrobe, mum came inside,"do we really have to do this" i said, "the owner will come here after some time...get used to it" she said ignoring what i just said and left, i sat down in the bed, it was small but comfortable.
After sitting there for some time, starring at the bookshelf empty minded, i got up and unpacked my stuff, i placed my clothes neatly in my wardrobe and placed my books in the shelf, finally i went downstairs, i could hear mum talking to someone, the owner probably, i sat down next to my mum, "hello" i said, he looked up and for a second i forgot to breathe.
He had coal black hair which were in a puff, it suited him and light brown eyes, he wore a black torso which hugged his body tightly, with black jeans and sketchers, his favorite color was black anyone could tell, he held out his hands and my eyes fell upon his arms which were covered in those gazillions amazing tattoos, even thought i hated tattoos but seeing his arms made me wanna get some tattoos too."Olivia" my mum cleared her throat and i realized that I've been starring at his arm for quite a long time, i gently shook his hands, they were ice cold, "Adam"he said,"Adam Levine". "nice to meet you Adam" i said and he nodded, my mum and Adam started their conversation again about the house, i just sat there staring at him like a fool.