Day 17: In Which She gives Him A Tour Of Her Apartment

"And this is my kitchen," Elsa said, moving her phone around the room. "And look, no dirty dishes in the sink!"

He snorted. "Yeah, yeah. You looking for a gold star or something?"

"A clean environment has been shown to improve productivity."

"Who says I'm not productive? I bet I'm way more productive than you, because, you know, I don't waste my time doing the fucking dishes!"

"Calm down, you idiot." Chuckling, Elsa walked around her small kitchen, showing her neighbor the inside of her impeccably organized cabinets. "Before cleaning the dishes, you should think about cleaning your ears. Did you seriously not hear me saying the word 'improve'—"

"Wait, go back!"

She stopped. "Go back to what? Calling you an idiot?"

"Not that! Go back to your fridge!"

"My fridge? Why—" As soon as her eyes landed on it, she turned on her heels, phone shaking in her hands as she got out of the kitchen. "And this is where I usually take my work calls," she mumbled, showing him her laptop on the table.

"DID YOU STICK MY PHOTO ON YOUR FRIDGE?" Elsa heard his yell not only through her phone's speakers but through their shared wall as well.

Her heartbeat sped up, and even though he could not see her, she shook her head. "I did not."

"You liar. I saw it. I SAW IT!"

Elsa switched to the front camera so she could glare at him. "Stop yelling."

He was grinning at her, teeth, dimples, sparkling eyes, and everything. "You put that polaroid on your fridge!"

"Well, where else was I supposed to put it?" she asked with a nonchalant shrug.

"In the trash can for all I care. Polaroids are stupid."

"I can't just throw a perfectly fine photograph away. Even if it's a photo of an idiot like you."

Jack leaned closer to his screen and arched one of his eyebrows upwards. "Did you just call me a perfectly fine idiot?"

"... Do you seriously consider that a compliment?"