@cerberusturk
Demetra was used to living alone. She was used to it, and she was good at it. Didn’t have anyone else to deal with and there wasn’t any need to worry about another person when you lived alone. Well apparently that’s not how things worked around here, as she just found out she would have a roommate. Not just any roommate but a complete stranger.
So she was great at living alone. She wasn’t so great at meeting new people.
She moved in all her stuff as quickly and as inconspicuously as she could. Maybe just maybe she could put off meeting this stranger for as long as possible. Not forever obviously, that would just be ridiculous. But hey, a girl could dream.
She unpacked the last of her things in the solitude of her room, nearing the end of a long day, the sun long since set. Demetra pulled out her set of roller skates and set them aside, maybe she would take them for a spin tomorrow. Get her out of the house. She ran her hand through her hair and admired her work. It wasn’t much by the way of decoration, she wasn’t that sentimental, but it looked nice, and clean. And honestly that’s all that anyone could really ask for.
That’s when her stomach began to grumble. She looked at her long shut door contemplating whether it was worth braving the kitchen for whatever food she could find and possibly, maybe, meeting her roommate, or if it was better to just stick it out in her room and fall asleep.
Her stomach growled again, making her decision for her. Carefully she crept out of her room towards the pantry. Trying to be very quiet in case her new roommate wasn’t a night owl.