Flatmates

One

"Rent for one person - Individual contract of the property - Two bedroom apartment with living room and kitchen, guest toilet and a parking space in the building. Access to terrace with views of the sunset. Light and internet accounts will be divided. Close to UC and shopping center. If interested, please contact Andrea@email.com and / or the mobile number below. Note: the prospective resident should not be allergic to cats."

I looked at my warning for the second time and smiled uncertainly.

It had taken me an hour in front of the notebook to dare to rent the other room of my suite and think of something decent when that warning came to me. It was not all that bad, but I could have written something better and more convincing that would give anyone enough to call me and ask to share the place with me.

I felt my cell vibrate in the pocket of my pants and I caught it with an insignificant hope that someone would be contacted soon.

When I saw the unidentified number, I was surprised. Either it was a trot or someone interested in the place. Which was unusual, since I put up the note only in two places: one on the main mural of the college (a few minutes ago) and another in the central cafeteria, where I was at that moment. And there was no one by my side who had already read it (the few people present did not even notice my presence).

"Hello?"

"Hello." I heard a female voice on the other side. "Are you Andrea, the person who wants to share the apartment?"

"Yes, it's me."

"This is Eveline, and I wanted to know if you're still in college.

"Yes... I'm in the cafeteria."

"Main?" She asked.

"Yeah. Where did you..."

"I'm going there." And hung up without giving me the slightest trace of how she was or what she wore.

I sighed, staring at my phone screen and losing myself in reverie.

"Andrea?" A girl called me, standing in front of me. She was staring at me with her tired light eyes, which seemed to be erased by her deep dark circles, and she smiled uncomfortably, probably nervous.

"Yes it's me. You're Eveline, right?" She nodded. I held out my hand and she squeezed it gently, looking pleased.

"How much does it cost half the rent, exactly?" She went straight and I smiled.

"It's three hundred dollars, because it's the apartment bill plus that of the home itself. And in relation to the other accounts, it varies over the months." She nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Does your cat loose much hair?"

"A little, but nothing to the extreme."

"Do you have a porter in the building?"

"Yes."

"TV?"

"There's a forty-two-inch room."

"And the internet?"

"Wireless."

"Sound great." She smiled, making me sigh relieved.

As soon as I thought about splitting the apartment a second time - to save more money on my work - I gave up on that idea.

I would never find someone like Cath and the possibility of having someone messy - or the opposite sex - in my "home sweet home" bothered me. But seeing Eveline in front of me, my nerves were calming, for she appeared to be organized and clean.

"When do you intend to move?" I did not want to sound too hasty, but my question seemed to have awakened something strange in her face.

"Ah..." She rubbed the back of her neck, looking ashamed. "It's not for me."

"What did you mean by that?" I asked in a slightly high voice.

"My brother needs a place." She smiled apologetically.

"Why doesn't he stay on campus?" She blinked rapidly, seeming to work out an answer.

"He thinks the dormitory rooms are too small, and any place with a little more space is a great victory." I knew that was true.

"What course he do?"

"Computer Science at the moment."

"What's his name?"

"Ashton."

"Can I make a deal with you?" I asked, and she nodded slightly, possibly already convinced half of my place would belong to her brother. "I'll call you in a week and we'll get everything settled, okay?"

"You're going to wait for someone else, aren't you?" She questioned me with a wry smile on her face.

"I..."

"You didn't specify that you wanted a girl as your mate." She frowned, knowing exactly that I didn't a MAN to come and live with me.

"I know, but it's ..."

"I can sue you for false advertising." I stared at her as the girl crossed her arm in front of her, smiling.

"Are you... Insane?"

"I know this might sound like a threat, but it's just..."

"That's a threat." Eve ignored me.

"My brother needs some place to stay."

"And why doesn't he stay with you?"

"At the moment, I live with my father." She said cautiously, as if that information were confidential and very important.

"And..." I encouraged her to continue.

"And he really needs a place to stay without being there." She looked at me anxiously, and before I could deny it again, she stammered out the next words. "And... He... He's gay." I was incredulous with her words.

"Gay?"

"He's not going to hit you, don't worry." She bit her lip and looked at me anxiously. "Please".

I snorted, knowing she wouldn't leave until she got what she wanted.

"Okay, he can go. Tell me your e-mail and that night I'll send you the contract." The girl smiled, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Don't worry, he's not very messy." That intense adverb at the end of the sentence scared me a lot, making me rethink the idea. "I'll contact him later, and after that I'll send you a message, ok?" I waved, knowing that this would be our first step. "Thank you Andrea." She snatched my warning from the mural, taking it with her and hopping out of the dining room.

I felt irritated after seeing that scene because of the enormous work I had to trace several little cards on the underside of that sheet. However, the work of that role was already fulfilled and I could do nothing but take a deep breath and go to work.