(AKA “Oh my god they were roommates neighbors”)
(inspired by true events that happened to me in college)
“Sorry, run that by me again?”
Girda knew she heard words, but with her very attractive neighbor standing in the hallway in only a towel, it was difficult to remember what they were.
Christoph sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. “You know what, never mind, there’s a hotel up the street, I can rent a room to shower there. Thanks Girda.”
Girda reached out and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him “Whoa, no, hold on,” she said. “It’s late. If you do that, they’ll definitely think you’re an escort.”
Christoph laughed and Girda stepped back and gestured into her dorm. “C’mon. Shower’s free, you can crash on the couch too.”
“I don’t need to crash here,” he protested as he walked in.
Girda rolled her eyes, doing her best not to oggle the man as he walked in. He was desperate. It was’t polite.
“You’re gonna go back and sleep in a dorm where there’s shit in the shower” she asked.
“...Fair enough. Couch it is.”