Kristoff sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. His apartment was uncharacteristically immaculate, or close enough. He'd cleaned all the visible surfaces, picked up the clutter, and even vacuumed under the couch cushions. He'd been meaning to get a new roommate for a while, and since this one had been recommended by Anna, he didn't want to give a bad impression. Anna hadn't seen his place yet, and she certainly wasn't going to see it if he scared off a potential roommate with empty take-out containers in the living room.
He was in the middle of flipping through House Hunters International for the third time when there was finally a knock at the door.
"Who knocks without texting first these days?" Kristoff muttered under his breath, flipping off the TV and getting up to answer the door.
He opened the door to a chubby young man, smiling like an idiot.
"Hi! I'm Olaf!"
Kristoff made himself smile. This guy was trying to be nice. "Hi, you're Anna and Elsa's friend?"
"Yes! I hadn't seen them in years, but I ran into them the other day at the mall. One thing led to another, and I mentioned I was looking for a new place and Anna mentioned how you were talking about needing a roommate."
"That's right," Kristoff replied. He didn't mention out loud that Anna had been talking about wanting to move out from her sister's place, and he was hoping she might- but that would have been stupid.
Olaf stood there expectantly.
Kristoff took a step back. "Come on in, look around."
"Oh! I love this!" Olaf gushed.
"Anna didn't mention if you had any furniture," Kristoff said, hoping he wouldn't have to directly ask. "There's already a futon in the spare room."
Olaf wandered over to the door Kristoff gestured at and looked inside. He seemed pleased with the futon and old dresser, which was a good sign.
"Right, no, I don't have any furniture, and don't worry, I don't have any pets."
"That's good, my lease won't allow them." Kristoff really wouldn't mind if the lease allowed, but places that allowed pets were either expensive or really crappy, and he didn't need that.
"What's this view?" Olaf exclaimed, running over to the living room window.
"That's the highway," Kristoff said, amazed he could keep a straight face. "Do you want to see the kitchen?"
"Sure!" he replied, turning around and looking around.
Kristoff walked the five feet to the kitchen. "It's small, but the fridge is big enough. I get take-out quite a bit, but you can do what you like."
"Ooh, I'd love to try cooking!"
"You're welcome to. I make sure the smoke detectors are up to date."
"What's this door go to?" Olaf asked, walking to the second door off the kitchen.
"That's the bathroom. I recommend getting a bathrobe. I had a roommate who didn't, and it was a bit much when he'd walk through the kitchen while I was eating."
Olaf looked curiously in the bathroom. "Oh! Oh! I get it, you have to walk through the kitchen to get to the bathroom! I have a favorite bath towel my friend gave to me, but I think I could get myself a bathrobe, too."
Kristoff sighed. He worked fairly long hours, and he could find places to be on the weekend. This would be fine.
"So, Olaf, let me know if you're inter-"
"Yes! Yes I am!"
