Collin had a cigarette between his lips and a scowl on his face. This had been the tenth place and he was still relatively unhappy with every apartment he had seen. None of them were big enough to accommodate his needs and none of the people in housing seemed interested in taking someone that they perceived as a kid seriously. There was a part of him that wanted to buy the buildings and fire everyone inside, but alas that would have been a lot of paper work. Despite his own frustration towards the situation, he was still thankful that a certain someone had agreed to help him look. He checked his text when his phone vibrated and burned his cigarette before walking over to where they had agreed to meet. “Hey,” he says when she arrives. “Thanks for the help. I don’t know anyone with style like you so I thought asking for your help would be smart. ‘m looking a new place to live, you know?”
