“Unfortunately, I’m not a dog,” he responded. “And I know you didn’t write your name anywhere because you would have a key and this place is rather public even if it’s tucked away.” Viktor surveyed the girl before him: coloured hair, attitude, but she could stand up for herself. “Why don’t you have your own room, anyways? Half this campus is empty. If you need a room, I’m sure I could hook you up with one.”
Funny man, she thought, leaning back to tilt her chin up at him in thought. “Refurbishing my apartment,” she shrugged casually, omitting the part where where she usually added in the world ‘penthouse’ just to throw people off. Her? Penthouse? Poppycock. “Needed somewhere to stay for a bit and this was… closer.” The seconds ticked by between them. One. Two. Three. Then.. “Why are you offering? Feel like robbin’ a girl blind?”
