Kit heard the keys in the door and had the decency to mute the TV, although he was glad he didn’t stand up, because when Jasmin walked through the door, he would’ve been knocked flat on his ass again. It was all he could do for a few moments - stare at her, just as confused as she was.
“What the hell,” he finally said, setting his beer on the coffee table before he stood. He was stalling - he rested his hands on his hips and looked at the ceiling, asking God why the fuck he was being punished like this; then he looked back at her and let out a deep sigh.
“I didn’t…do this on purpose. I’m not screwing with you. I just went where they told me to go.”
It felt a little like his heart was stuck on the business end of a rockslide. Jasmin looked good. Really good. New York agreed with her. Them being broken up didn’t render him blind.
But he wasn’t allowed to think that anymore, nevermind say it, so he just pressed his lips in a thin line.
Beer? Her mind was busy trying to wrap itself around the fact that her ex was in her place, on her couch, watching her television and offering her beer like he lived there, that Kit’s paltry explanation to his presence had taken a bit to register. Though as realization crept in, Jasmin’s confusion and surprise quickly gave way to irritation.
“Who told you what to go where?” though the answer was all around her, in the boxes in her (their, now, apparently) kitchen and living room. “No.” She shook her head, long curtain of dark curls swishing back and forth as she glared accusingly at Kit. “This is not happening. And put a damn coaster under that beer!” That part was a lot less contained anger and more of a hiss and she stalked over to her coffee table and slipped one of the colorful cork coasters under the chilled beer bottle.
She could feel the tension returning in her shoulders as she leveled a fiery look at Kit. From his genuine surprise at seeing her, deep down she knew he’d been as taken aback as she was, but it was still her apartment and she was allowed to be irrational. And she always liked pushing his buttons, secretly enjoying the twist of his lips and the way his arms looked when he crossed them at his chest whenever he was annoyed. “I specifically requested a non-male roommate, I don’t know what you did or why, but you need to fix this right now, Kit.”