âNever had a chance not to be.â He really didnât know why she was angry at him. He wasnât the one who put the wall there. He had moved in here, but mostly because he was lazy. âIsnât your apartment set up exactly the same? And I figured you were, there wasnât that much of a hollow noise when you hit it.â He was concerned about the way it sounded when she did, like the termites holding it together were falling down. âUh, couch is likeâŚtwentyish steps straight ahead.â He said, kicking aside a stray pair of shoes. âJust watch the coffee table. Or, you know. Donât.â
âGood for you.â It was more of a mutter now, too annoyed with the fact that she couldnât seem to ruffle him. Heâd been upset at first, and if sheâd been smarter, she would have just walked away. Or refused the drink. But now she was there and her pride wouldnât let her tuck tail and run out of the apartment. âTwentyish?â She questioned, starting to move forward, meeting the coffee table with her shins just about as he issued the warning. âHelpful.âÂ








