Today was Sunday and normally Diana would have been using that opportunity to enjoy a day off from her hard work week, but since she had extra work to do from deciding to do some overtime, she got up early - 8 o’clock sharp - to put on her blazer and pantsuit so that she could get into that “working mindset”. As she left her bedroom, she spotted her laptop sitting on the tall dining table that sat parallel to the counters, refrigerator, and stove from the night before when she’d made some shrimp linguine and enjoyed her meal alongside her various excel documents. She walked over and set a pan on the stove top, preparing herself to make some eggs, sunny side up style. Before she could even pull the eggs out of the fridge though, she heard a key turning in the lock. She wasn’t expecting a roommate, in fact, she’d specifically asked the initiative not to give her one. Having another person around just made the odds of getting distracted by obnoxious conversation much more probable.
What came as even more of a surprise though was how attractive the man who walked through the door was. Now, any typical person who have been excited about this happening, but this outcome just made Diana incredibly angry. For the longest time she’d known herself as gay, but now she wasn’t sure, and this just upped any and all anger flowing through her system. Diana chomped down hard on her lower lip and rolled her eyes dramatically before turning back to her pan without saying a word. She grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge, and began cracking them atop the metal without a word to the new, unasked for, addition to her apartment. After cracking three eggs and letting them cook during the few minutes of silence that occurred between her and the man, Diana couldn’t stand just standing there any longer. Whipping around, she spoke first. “Care to explain why you’re standing there like an idiot in my dormitory?” she snarled angrily. “I believe that you’re in the wrong place.”
Hayden had been focussing so hard on hoping that there would be no one in the dorm as he walked in, that he found himself at a loss what to do. He felt a familiar pang of anxiety and, not sure what to say, he simply gave her a curt nod and proceeded to step back into the hall to retrieve his other suitcases. When he stepped back into the room, she had turned his back to him and it was clear that she did not want him there. While the prolonged silence that currently filled the room was unsettling, it was decidedly preferable to having a roommate who was determined to fill silences with mindless chatter and conversation. Hayden regarded her quietly, peering over at the kitchen as he walked in with his final bag. She was attractive, that much was certain. Her expression was clearly one of frustration and anger, but even so there was softness in her features.
He almost jumped when she turned and spoke, glad that he had not been looking at her as he preoccupied himself with his luggage. Glancing up at her steely expression, Hayden felt an unreasonable surge of anger course through him. He had no right to be angry, since he himself was not happy with this arrangement, but his anger had never been rational. It came in unexpected waves alongside his anxiety. ❝ Unfortunately, there is no mistake. ❞ Usually he would have some quick witted remark, but ever since the incident with his brothers he had lost a great deal of his sense of humour. ❝ I suppose you’ll have to start referring to it as our dormitory. I’m Hayden. ❞ He was making sure to avoid using his last name as much as possible, enabling him to fly under the radar.
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