The glass and steel exterior of a stunning, modern low-rise apartment building glinted before me in the dwindling evening sunlight. It was just before 7pm and I was parked on the street, certain that I had to be mistaken.
This can't be right, can it? Doing a double-take, I checked the address again: 2550 Auburn Lane. This was the building that Isabelle and I drove by on our way to yoga. We always fantasized about living in it, but the units for rent were owned privately and were always way beyond our price range. Based on the building, I knew the place itself was sure to be livable. Well, more than livable, given that this was a luxury apartment complex.
Only one question mark remained: the roommate. After living in the dorms for two years, I was no stranger to bad roommates; Isabelle and I met when we were grouped in a 4-girl dorm room freshman year, which included another girl who stole my clothes, wore them in front of me, and then lied about it to my face. It was a full-on single white female situation, and the school had refused to do anything about it.
At least in this scenario, I was the one in control over who I lived with, rather than the faceless, bureaucratic campus housing authority.
I coasted down the entry ram and circled the underground parkade, straining to see in the dim light as I tried to locate a vacant spot. Most of the stalls were numbered to correspond with their respective condo units and the ones that weren't numbered were already occupied. I hated these parking structures; they always made me feel claustrophobic. The sooner I could park and get upstairs, the better.
As I rounded the corner, a lone empty stall appeared up ahead on the right. I had just turned my signal light on when a shiny white new-model truck approached from the other direction, quickly swooping in and taking the spot before I could even blink. I beeped my horn at the driver, who just stuck his hand out and waved me off. Asshole.
He parked and got out of the truck, jogging away. I had to admit, he was a hot asshole. Athletic build, broad shoulders, slicked-back brown hair and tall; I was a sucker for tall guys. Too bad this one just screwed me over for that parking spot, making me late for my meeting. I hoped that my lateness wouldn't reflect poorly on me to the potential roommate. If this fell through, I was out of options.
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