SIMON
I walk into my empty flat with a sigh. I hang up my coat and immediately flop onto my couch with a 'thump'. The couch still smells like Agatha, the sun and a hint of vanilla. I wonder what I smell like. Penny once said I smell like smoke but I have no idea where she got smoke from.
That's when I remember Baz. Baz the charming singer from my work who gave me his number. Well, I think he only gave me his number because of the roommate thing but I'll just pretend it's cause he likes me.
I pull the sticky note out of my back pocket and grab my phone. I hold my phone in front of my face, still laying on the couch. I quickly type in his number and give him a contact. Is Baz his real name?
I decide to text him, the pressure to call to much on my shoulders.
ss: Hey! Its Simon (sent)
I lay my phone down in front of me.
My thought start to wonder of to a tall boy in a navy blue cardigan.
Am I falling this fast?
All of a sudden my phone chirps to life. Baz had texted me back.
baz: Hey Simon, can you give me more info about the whole roommate thing?
ss: Oh yeah the rent in per month and the flat has two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, dining room, and two rooms. The address is 120 Salisbury St, apt. 61D.
baz: Cool
The annoying three dot bubble popped up meaning he was still texting.
It disappeared.
It just popped up again.
baz: When can I move in?
I can't stop the smile from spreading on my face.
Sorry this is so short, i'm gonna start the next chapter which will be in Baz's perspective.
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