Original Fic - Roommate Wanted 1/?
I'm just playing with this idea and haven't made it further than what is included here. Its original and my first attempt at this. Rated PG to R and this is femslash so don't bother reading if you aren't interested in that genre.
Wanted: Single Female roommate. No kids, no smokers, no partiers and no pets. Must be responsible and able to pay rent on time. For an interview call 555-1287 between the hours of 6 and 10 pm.
Tate took the entire paper displaying the ad off the board instead of just removing one of the slips at the bottom with a number. She really had to stop crashing on the woman's couch she was currently dating; if you could call what they were doing dating.
They fucked each other's brains out anytime they were in the same room. Other than that they had no relationship but she had no problems with the arrangement. She just wanted to move on soon and living with the woman didn't give her that opportunity. Pouring over the rest of the ads on the board she really hoped the one in her hand worked out; nothing else looked remotely appealing. Her watch showed 4:45pm; just enough time for dinner and then she would call the number listed on the ad. She wished an address was included but truthfully she couldn't blame the woman. There were far too many crazy unbalanced people running around Seattle. The number of participants at the Methadone clinic was a sad tale of the high rate of addiction in the area. Heading for her favorite Mexican joint she momentarily felt guilty for taking the entire paper, but if the woman posting it was anywhere near normal she wanted to rule out any competition.
Samantha groaned when her cell rang at 6:03pm. She'd been through 12 applicants so far and none of them would be a good fit or in any way tolerable. Truthfully, a few ought to be locked up in a psych ward in her opinion. 'Hello?'
'Hi, I'm calling about the ad for a roommate.' Tate ducked into a quiet corner of the restaurant. 'Is the spot still open?'
'Yes', Samantha sighed and dropped onto her couch.
'Great', Tate smiled enthusiastically and hoped it carried over to the woman on the other side. 'When would be a good time for you to meet?'
Did she want to deal with another crazy person? Hell, it was Friday night and she had no plans so why not. 'I'm free tonight if you are.'
Huh, the woman wasn't busy on a Friday night? Didn’t she have a social life? Was she married? It didn't seem likely if she was the one handling all the work to find a roommate. 'I have plans but not until 11...' she trailed off and wondered if that would kill her chances. It was just a hunch but the woman seemed ...what was the word....maybe a little rigid from her ad. She certainly had a lot of you can't do this or that's posted in the brief description.
Samantha hesitated; was the woman someone who would be coming and going at all times of the night? If she'd had any good prospects she would have turned the stranger down, but she didn't. 'How about 7?' The stranger agreed and she gave her address and directions. If she hurried, she could make a quick salad and eat before the next loon arrived. Weren't there any normal people in Seattle? There HAD to be someone somewhere. As she rinsed her last dish the doorbell rang. With a reluctant sigh she wondered what was waiting for her on the other side of the door.
Tate didn't give a damn what people thought about her and most would say that attitude came across loud and clear in the way she dressed and everything about her personality. She stood at the door; looking back over her shoulder. The house wasn't huge but it was situated on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood. It wasn't close to any of the action she craved and participated in on a nightly basis when she wasn’t working but there was something oddly charming about the peaceful community. A wry grin curled her lips; THIS was almost exactly what she'd run far away from when she left home 3 years ago. The quiet in her hometown in Arkansas was stifling. The town's population boasted just barely over a thousand people and to her it was insanely boring and limiting. Everyone knew who she was and if she did anything it was all over town quicker than she could finish seducing whatever woman came into her sights. To her suburban and very boring and proper parents she was constantly a scandal and by the time she left her mother didn't try to change her mind. Seattle had seemed like a good place to try out a new life; the city supposedly boasted a decent lesbian scene and it was big enough to get lost in. And maybe she had gotten a little lost; living with the current lover to the next was getting tiring. And though she had steady work, rent in Seattle to have her own place was insanely out of her grasp unless she found roommates. She’d tried that once and swore never to deal with the complications again. But now she needed a place to stay; something permanent in her chaotic life. So here she was on Shady Oak drive; praying for a chance to find a quiet spot. She turned as the door opened and stared into deep blue eyes; at first she was a little lost in the depths but then she caught the way they looked her up and down before an indecipherable look settled onto the blonde’s face. ‘Hi, I’m Tate.’ She smiled to the hesitant woman and offered her hand.
‘Come in, please’, Samantha shook the woman’s hand; surprised by the firm grip and stood aside to let the young woman enter. She wore her dark brown hair short; styled in a spiked and messy look that had never seemed appealing. Tate’s eyes were a deep brown and for a moment she had felt a little off balance as the woman first stared back at her. Her darker olive skin made her look exotic and her facial structure added to the impression. A tank top and faded jeans presented the appearance of youthful indifference but her smile seemed genuine and she was absolutely the most normal person she’d met with so far. The woman wasn’t covered in tattoos or piercings and she didn’t appear to be high or drunk; all huge positives given the last few applicants.
Tate followed the woman into the house; curious about her age. Her face seemed young but the clothes she wore…damn, they were something she expected to see her own mother in. Pleated slacks did nothing for what she thought might be a nice figure and the loose blouse successfully hid anything that might be remotely appealing. Her facial structure was fine boned with sharp clean lines; the kind of face that could exist in some castle mural for an aristocratic family. She was beautiful but the way her hair was styled was drab and her clothes completed the image of boring. Oh well, if things worked out it would be best not to be attracted to her roommate anyway. ‘You have a beautiful home.’ She looked around at the well decorated rooms. The furniture was expensive and nice; certainly well out of her reach if she could even manage rent for a place of her own. Taking her cues from the woman she sat down on a couch; mindful of her posture.
Samantha sat across from the woman. ‘So Tate, tell me about yourself. What do you do for work?’
Ah, the interview had begun. Tate relaxed a little but took care not to slouch. Perhaps all her mother’s lectures about presenting oneself might come in handy today. The woman’s posture was perfect; her back ramrod straight with hands placed in her lap. ‘I’m a cop. Just a beat cop right now but I’m going for detective.’ Her answer seemed to surprise and please Samantha. ‘I work nights so I’d be leaving for work about 10 and getting back around 9. Would that be a problem?’
‘No’, Samantha smiled…finally someone with a real job. The last applicant had spent an hour trying to convince her that being a spiritual guidance counselor was in hot demand. And the one before that…she didn’t have a job yet but she was sure someone would hire her soon. According to her she had excellent skills in sales. She didn’t have the heart to tell the woman that every time she spoke the clack of her tongue ring was incredibly annoying to listen to. ‘How long have you been with the police force?’
‘2 years. I’m due for a better shift soon. It would be nice to get off nights.’ Tate could see the woman taking a greater interest in her now. ‘So, what do you do?’
‘I’m a writer.’ Samantha shrugged and left it at that. ‘And since I work from home I need it to be…free from conflict and quiet. I can’t have a lot of people coming and going at all hours.’
Tate nodded her understanding. If she landed the spot here she didn’t intend to bring back her dates. They could enjoy each other’s company at the other woman’s apartment. ‘That’s cool. What else do you want to know?’
‘As I put in the ad there’s no smoking, pets, or children. I’m very allergic to cigarette smoke and animals as well. Is that an issue for you?’ Samantha really hoped it wouldn’t be.
‘No, I don’t smoke and no pets. I still haven’t figured out how but I killed my last goldfish.’ Tate shrugged when the woman’s lips curled up in a ghost of a smile. ‘I swear I fed the thing like the bottle said. I thought it best not to get another.’ She didn’t want the woman to think she was irresponsible. ‘Anything else?’
Samantha pursed her lips and tried to remember the questions she’d intended to ask but none of the other applicants had made it so far in the interview. She thought she could safely assume the woman wasn’t into drugs if she was a police officer. ‘Not at the moment. Let me give you a walk through.’ She rose and let Tate follow behind her. ‘Do you have furniture?’
‘No’, Tate sighed. ‘I did when I first got here but my own experience with getting roommates was a disaster. They trashed all my things.’
Maybe this woman would be more likely to be respectful of others’ things. ‘I’m sorry to hear that. I have the room fully furnished at the moment and if you want to use what’s there you can. Or I can store it in the basement.’ She walked them upstairs and led Tate into the spare bedroom.
‘Wow’, Tate looked around at the large bed, deep mahogany furniture and holy hell there was a walk in closet. She checked out the adjoining bathroom next and sighed. A large jetted tub looked heavenly. Now, more than ever she wanted to get this spot. ‘That’s a girl’s dream come true.’ She looked over to find curious blue eyes on her and felt a little tingle in her lower belly. She noticed what looked like another bedroom two doors away and across the hall but followed Samantha back downstairs. Walking out into the yard cemented her desire. A nicely sized pool and hot tub sat among well manicured lawns. Fucking gorgeous…popped into her mind but she tempered her thoughts. ‘Absolutely beautiful.’ She wandered over to the flower garden and inhaled the different scents and smells. The trees formed a canopy around the edges of the yard; shielding the area from neighbors on either side. It was a hidden paradise in the middle of Seattle. Again she looked over to find blue eyes watching her closely. She smiled and walked back towards the woman; eventually following her back inside. Now she needed to sell herself. ‘I’m a bit of a neat freak so you wouldn’t have to worry about me leaving a mess anywhere and I probably wouldn’t be here a lot except for sleeping and a few hours before I leave for work. I always go in early to work out.’ A smile she would almost classify as sly crossed the woman’s face.
‘Let me show you the downstairs.’ Samantha’s mind was basically made up; the woman was a dream if she was anything like she presented herself. Leading her down a long flight of stairs she smiled when Tate whistled in appreciation. A large space held various forms of workout equipment. Staying in shape was something she valued and the equipment was well used. ‘You would be welcome to use anything down here.’
‘Nice…thanks’, Tate nodded as she looked around. It was probably better than the gym at the precinct with the exception of a workout mat for sparring. She turned and gave her most dazzling smile, ‘Tell me what I have to do to get you to say yes.’ A deep throaty chuckle made her shiver and blue eyes danced with amusement. ‘Did I mention I can cook?’
‘Oh…if that’s the case then I’m sold.’ Samantha grinned when the woman’s eyes lit up. ‘I do have a contract and a deposit is required. I’ve set it up as a monthly lease. The deposit is $800. Can you manage that?’ Brown eyes turned momentarily troubled.
‘I can get you first month’s rent and $500 of the deposit right away. I’d have to wait until mid month to get you the rest of the deposit. That’s the next payday.’ She bit her lip and hoped it wouldn’t be a problem. Again blue eyes studied her carefully.
‘That will be fine’, Samantha smiled as the woman sighed in relief.
‘I’m SO glad because you’re like the only normal person I’ve met and I’ve been looking for a place for a month now.’ Tate grinned when Samantha chuckled.
‘Ditto. You’re the first one that hasn’t scared the hell out of me or made me want to call the pysch ward to report an escaped patient.’ Samantha laughed with her and walked upstairs; hopeful that she might even make a friend out of her new roommate. ‘When do you want to move in?’
YES! Tate was ready to yell she was so giddy. ‘If at all possible, tomorrow during the day would be great. I have a rare weekend off so it would be perfect. I don’t have much stuff. Not much fit in my old Toyota when I came from Arkansas.’
‘I know the feeling.’ Samantha went to her study to retrieve the contract and met Tate in the kitchen. ‘I came out here with what would fit in my beat up ford when I was 16.’ She missed the curious flicker in Tate’s expressive brown eyes. ‘Read through that and if the terms are agreeable to you we’re all set.’
She came here when she was 16? Tate cocked her head; she was very curious. ‘May I ask how old you are? You seem very young.’ A delightful pink tinged the woman’s fair features.
Samantha blushed, ‘I’m 25. I inherited this place from my grandmother when she passed away.’ She thought she saw a little sympathy in the brown eyes studying her but she was grateful when nothing else was asked. Her history was painful and complicated.’
Tate read through the contract and signed it. ‘Sweet, I can write you a check now…unless you want me to get cash or some sort of cashier’s check. If so I can bring that by tomorrow.’
‘I’d appreciate a cashier’s check. What time do you want to move in?’ Samantha was pleased the woman had thought of it; it suggested she was honest and up front.
‘Is 11 ok?’ Tate was so anxious to get out of her current living situation that she sighed in relief when Samantha nodded. ‘Great. I really appreciate this. I was beginning to give up hope.’
‘Me too’, Samantha smiled and walked her to the door. ‘I’ll be here all day so no need to call before you come over. I’ll see you tomorrow Tate.’
Tate nearly tripped down the stairs; the woman’s smile was soft and compassionate and it transformed the sharper plains of her face into a breathtaking visage of beauty. ‘Ok, see you tomorrow roomie.’ Once she had driven away she blared her radio and enjoyed her good fortune. The place was amazing and for only $800 a month she was getting a steal given all the amenities the woman had. A pool, hot tub, and work out room; not to mention the huge bathroom and gorgeous bedroom. An apartment that came close to what she was moving into was easily over twice what her new landlord was asking.
Wanted: Single Female roommate. No kids, no smokers, no partiers and no pets. Must be responsible and able to pay rent on time. For an interview call 555-1287 between the hours of 6 and 10 pm.
Tate took the entire paper displaying the ad off the board instead of just removing one of the slips at the bottom with a number. She really had to stop crashing on the woman's couch she was currently dating; if you could call what they were doing dating.
They fucked each other's brains out anytime they were in the same room. Other than that they had no relationship but she had no problems with the arrangement. She just wanted to move on soon and living with the woman didn't give her that opportunity. Pouring over the rest of the ads on the board she really hoped the one in her hand worked out; nothing else looked remotely appealing. Her watch showed 4:45pm; just enough time for dinner and then she would call the number listed on the ad. She wished an address was included but truthfully she couldn't blame the woman. There were far too many crazy unbalanced people running around Seattle. The number of participants at the Methadone clinic was a sad tale of the high rate of addiction in the area. Heading for her favorite Mexican joint she momentarily felt guilty for taking the entire paper, but if the woman posting it was anywhere near normal she wanted to rule out any competition.
Samantha groaned when her cell rang at 6:03pm. She'd been through 12 applicants so far and none of them would be a good fit or in any way tolerable. Truthfully, a few ought to be locked up in a psych ward in her opinion. 'Hello?'
'Hi, I'm calling about the ad for a roommate.' Tate ducked into a quiet corner of the restaurant. 'Is the spot still open?'
'Yes', Samantha sighed and dropped onto her couch.
'Great', Tate smiled enthusiastically and hoped it carried over to the woman on the other side. 'When would be a good time for you to meet?'
Did she want to deal with another crazy person? Hell, it was Friday night and she had no plans so why not. 'I'm free tonight if you are.'
Huh, the woman wasn't busy on a Friday night? Didn’t she have a social life? Was she married? It didn't seem likely if she was the one handling all the work to find a roommate. 'I have plans but not until 11...' she trailed off and wondered if that would kill her chances. It was just a hunch but the woman seemed ...what was the word....maybe a little rigid from her ad. She certainly had a lot of you can't do this or that's posted in the brief description.
Samantha hesitated; was the woman someone who would be coming and going at all times of the night? If she'd had any good prospects she would have turned the stranger down, but she didn't. 'How about 7?' The stranger agreed and she gave her address and directions. If she hurried, she could make a quick salad and eat before the next loon arrived. Weren't there any normal people in Seattle? There HAD to be someone somewhere. As she rinsed her last dish the doorbell rang. With a reluctant sigh she wondered what was waiting for her on the other side of the door.
Tate didn't give a damn what people thought about her and most would say that attitude came across loud and clear in the way she dressed and everything about her personality. She stood at the door; looking back over her shoulder. The house wasn't huge but it was situated on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood. It wasn't close to any of the action she craved and participated in on a nightly basis when she wasn’t working but there was something oddly charming about the peaceful community. A wry grin curled her lips; THIS was almost exactly what she'd run far away from when she left home 3 years ago. The quiet in her hometown in Arkansas was stifling. The town's population boasted just barely over a thousand people and to her it was insanely boring and limiting. Everyone knew who she was and if she did anything it was all over town quicker than she could finish seducing whatever woman came into her sights. To her suburban and very boring and proper parents she was constantly a scandal and by the time she left her mother didn't try to change her mind. Seattle had seemed like a good place to try out a new life; the city supposedly boasted a decent lesbian scene and it was big enough to get lost in. And maybe she had gotten a little lost; living with the current lover to the next was getting tiring. And though she had steady work, rent in Seattle to have her own place was insanely out of her grasp unless she found roommates. She’d tried that once and swore never to deal with the complications again. But now she needed a place to stay; something permanent in her chaotic life. So here she was on Shady Oak drive; praying for a chance to find a quiet spot. She turned as the door opened and stared into deep blue eyes; at first she was a little lost in the depths but then she caught the way they looked her up and down before an indecipherable look settled onto the blonde’s face. ‘Hi, I’m Tate.’ She smiled to the hesitant woman and offered her hand.
‘Come in, please’, Samantha shook the woman’s hand; surprised by the firm grip and stood aside to let the young woman enter. She wore her dark brown hair short; styled in a spiked and messy look that had never seemed appealing. Tate’s eyes were a deep brown and for a moment she had felt a little off balance as the woman first stared back at her. Her darker olive skin made her look exotic and her facial structure added to the impression. A tank top and faded jeans presented the appearance of youthful indifference but her smile seemed genuine and she was absolutely the most normal person she’d met with so far. The woman wasn’t covered in tattoos or piercings and she didn’t appear to be high or drunk; all huge positives given the last few applicants.
Tate followed the woman into the house; curious about her age. Her face seemed young but the clothes she wore…damn, they were something she expected to see her own mother in. Pleated slacks did nothing for what she thought might be a nice figure and the loose blouse successfully hid anything that might be remotely appealing. Her facial structure was fine boned with sharp clean lines; the kind of face that could exist in some castle mural for an aristocratic family. She was beautiful but the way her hair was styled was drab and her clothes completed the image of boring. Oh well, if things worked out it would be best not to be attracted to her roommate anyway. ‘You have a beautiful home.’ She looked around at the well decorated rooms. The furniture was expensive and nice; certainly well out of her reach if she could even manage rent for a place of her own. Taking her cues from the woman she sat down on a couch; mindful of her posture.
Samantha sat across from the woman. ‘So Tate, tell me about yourself. What do you do for work?’
Ah, the interview had begun. Tate relaxed a little but took care not to slouch. Perhaps all her mother’s lectures about presenting oneself might come in handy today. The woman’s posture was perfect; her back ramrod straight with hands placed in her lap. ‘I’m a cop. Just a beat cop right now but I’m going for detective.’ Her answer seemed to surprise and please Samantha. ‘I work nights so I’d be leaving for work about 10 and getting back around 9. Would that be a problem?’
‘No’, Samantha smiled…finally someone with a real job. The last applicant had spent an hour trying to convince her that being a spiritual guidance counselor was in hot demand. And the one before that…she didn’t have a job yet but she was sure someone would hire her soon. According to her she had excellent skills in sales. She didn’t have the heart to tell the woman that every time she spoke the clack of her tongue ring was incredibly annoying to listen to. ‘How long have you been with the police force?’
‘2 years. I’m due for a better shift soon. It would be nice to get off nights.’ Tate could see the woman taking a greater interest in her now. ‘So, what do you do?’
‘I’m a writer.’ Samantha shrugged and left it at that. ‘And since I work from home I need it to be…free from conflict and quiet. I can’t have a lot of people coming and going at all hours.’
Tate nodded her understanding. If she landed the spot here she didn’t intend to bring back her dates. They could enjoy each other’s company at the other woman’s apartment. ‘That’s cool. What else do you want to know?’
‘As I put in the ad there’s no smoking, pets, or children. I’m very allergic to cigarette smoke and animals as well. Is that an issue for you?’ Samantha really hoped it wouldn’t be.
‘No, I don’t smoke and no pets. I still haven’t figured out how but I killed my last goldfish.’ Tate shrugged when the woman’s lips curled up in a ghost of a smile. ‘I swear I fed the thing like the bottle said. I thought it best not to get another.’ She didn’t want the woman to think she was irresponsible. ‘Anything else?’
Samantha pursed her lips and tried to remember the questions she’d intended to ask but none of the other applicants had made it so far in the interview. She thought she could safely assume the woman wasn’t into drugs if she was a police officer. ‘Not at the moment. Let me give you a walk through.’ She rose and let Tate follow behind her. ‘Do you have furniture?’
‘No’, Tate sighed. ‘I did when I first got here but my own experience with getting roommates was a disaster. They trashed all my things.’
Maybe this woman would be more likely to be respectful of others’ things. ‘I’m sorry to hear that. I have the room fully furnished at the moment and if you want to use what’s there you can. Or I can store it in the basement.’ She walked them upstairs and led Tate into the spare bedroom.
‘Wow’, Tate looked around at the large bed, deep mahogany furniture and holy hell there was a walk in closet. She checked out the adjoining bathroom next and sighed. A large jetted tub looked heavenly. Now, more than ever she wanted to get this spot. ‘That’s a girl’s dream come true.’ She looked over to find curious blue eyes on her and felt a little tingle in her lower belly. She noticed what looked like another bedroom two doors away and across the hall but followed Samantha back downstairs. Walking out into the yard cemented her desire. A nicely sized pool and hot tub sat among well manicured lawns. Fucking gorgeous…popped into her mind but she tempered her thoughts. ‘Absolutely beautiful.’ She wandered over to the flower garden and inhaled the different scents and smells. The trees formed a canopy around the edges of the yard; shielding the area from neighbors on either side. It was a hidden paradise in the middle of Seattle. Again she looked over to find blue eyes watching her closely. She smiled and walked back towards the woman; eventually following her back inside. Now she needed to sell herself. ‘I’m a bit of a neat freak so you wouldn’t have to worry about me leaving a mess anywhere and I probably wouldn’t be here a lot except for sleeping and a few hours before I leave for work. I always go in early to work out.’ A smile she would almost classify as sly crossed the woman’s face.
‘Let me show you the downstairs.’ Samantha’s mind was basically made up; the woman was a dream if she was anything like she presented herself. Leading her down a long flight of stairs she smiled when Tate whistled in appreciation. A large space held various forms of workout equipment. Staying in shape was something she valued and the equipment was well used. ‘You would be welcome to use anything down here.’
‘Nice…thanks’, Tate nodded as she looked around. It was probably better than the gym at the precinct with the exception of a workout mat for sparring. She turned and gave her most dazzling smile, ‘Tell me what I have to do to get you to say yes.’ A deep throaty chuckle made her shiver and blue eyes danced with amusement. ‘Did I mention I can cook?’
‘Oh…if that’s the case then I’m sold.’ Samantha grinned when the woman’s eyes lit up. ‘I do have a contract and a deposit is required. I’ve set it up as a monthly lease. The deposit is $800. Can you manage that?’ Brown eyes turned momentarily troubled.
‘I can get you first month’s rent and $500 of the deposit right away. I’d have to wait until mid month to get you the rest of the deposit. That’s the next payday.’ She bit her lip and hoped it wouldn’t be a problem. Again blue eyes studied her carefully.
‘That will be fine’, Samantha smiled as the woman sighed in relief.
‘I’m SO glad because you’re like the only normal person I’ve met and I’ve been looking for a place for a month now.’ Tate grinned when Samantha chuckled.
‘Ditto. You’re the first one that hasn’t scared the hell out of me or made me want to call the pysch ward to report an escaped patient.’ Samantha laughed with her and walked upstairs; hopeful that she might even make a friend out of her new roommate. ‘When do you want to move in?’
YES! Tate was ready to yell she was so giddy. ‘If at all possible, tomorrow during the day would be great. I have a rare weekend off so it would be perfect. I don’t have much stuff. Not much fit in my old Toyota when I came from Arkansas.’
‘I know the feeling.’ Samantha went to her study to retrieve the contract and met Tate in the kitchen. ‘I came out here with what would fit in my beat up ford when I was 16.’ She missed the curious flicker in Tate’s expressive brown eyes. ‘Read through that and if the terms are agreeable to you we’re all set.’
She came here when she was 16? Tate cocked her head; she was very curious. ‘May I ask how old you are? You seem very young.’ A delightful pink tinged the woman’s fair features.
Samantha blushed, ‘I’m 25. I inherited this place from my grandmother when she passed away.’ She thought she saw a little sympathy in the brown eyes studying her but she was grateful when nothing else was asked. Her history was painful and complicated.’
Tate read through the contract and signed it. ‘Sweet, I can write you a check now…unless you want me to get cash or some sort of cashier’s check. If so I can bring that by tomorrow.’
‘I’d appreciate a cashier’s check. What time do you want to move in?’ Samantha was pleased the woman had thought of it; it suggested she was honest and up front.
‘Is 11 ok?’ Tate was so anxious to get out of her current living situation that she sighed in relief when Samantha nodded. ‘Great. I really appreciate this. I was beginning to give up hope.’
‘Me too’, Samantha smiled and walked her to the door. ‘I’ll be here all day so no need to call before you come over. I’ll see you tomorrow Tate.’
Tate nearly tripped down the stairs; the woman’s smile was soft and compassionate and it transformed the sharper plains of her face into a breathtaking visage of beauty. ‘Ok, see you tomorrow roomie.’ Once she had driven away she blared her radio and enjoyed her good fortune. The place was amazing and for only $800 a month she was getting a steal given all the amenities the woman had. A pool, hot tub, and work out room; not to mention the huge bathroom and gorgeous bedroom. An apartment that came close to what she was moving into was easily over twice what her new landlord was asking.