Where: Solstice Apartments
With:@moonrivcr
When: March 1997
He could afford a better apartment, he knew that. He just couldn't quite justify it. To no one's knowledge, he was kinda of a penny pincher. He made plenty over the years working for the Vitelli's, both through weekly pay and hazard bonuses. Still, he didn't own anything flashy; no nice cars, no expensive watches or pants, and no presentable living quarters. Part of the appeal was that if you kept your nose to yourself, everyone else did the same. Well, almost everyone.
Willa was an exception to that rule.
It started with small encounters in the mail room. Despite his obvious disdain for the general human population, she had somehow considered him warm enough to try and conversate with. He ignored her, just as he would anyone, but it seemed to go completely unnoticed. Somehow, their run-ins became more abundant. Passings on the sidewalk, in the hall and then she found out where he lived, something that would be good enough cause for a shattered jaw in anyone else, but she was harmless; he couldn't ignore that. She would show up with plates of food and baked goods.
At first, it was incredibly irritating. He turned them away, but then they'd just be on his doorstep in the morning so eventually, he began accepting them and slamming the door. He wasn't sure when he started letting her in the house. She was like a rodent, in that way.
So when he opened the door to find her now, he just rolled his eyes and retreated back to his sofa, the door left ajar.
His apartment wasn't much. A simple couch, a small box TV that sat on an old army trunk near an almost always open window, and a practically bare kitchen. He had some clean paper plates and plastic silverware that came with takeout. His fridge most likely had something expired sitting next to several beers and nothing else.
"I can feed myself, you know." The words huffed out of him with his breath as he allowed himself to cave into the worn cushions.
