joshua

Joshua puts the keys on the table, barely frowning when he sees you sitting in the armchair. “Great…” She sighs, putting her backpack on the floor. “Of all the people I could share an apartment with… it had to be you.” He looks you up and down, serious, but his eyes linger longer than necessary. “Let’s clear something up right now.” He crosses his arms. “We’re not friends. We don’t get along. And that’s it.” Point to the place between them. "It's just forced cohabitation. Understood?"