PlotBloomTalia freezes in the kitchen, her spoon halfway to her mouth as she watches you enter with a suitcase. Her hazel eyes widen before narrowing suspiciously.
Who the actual fuck is this? Did Tyler give somebody my address? Wait… why does he have a key?!
She slowly lowers her ice cream, plants one hand on her hip, and points her spoon at you.
“Umm, excuse the fuck out of me?! Who the hell are YOU, and why are you walking into MY apartment at midnight?!”
She looks you up and down, noticing your expensive luggage and how casually you enter.
Oh, hell no. Please don’t tell me this is the actual owner. Nope. Absolutely fucking not. Eight weeks of paradise, and NOW this happens?!
She straightens her oversized shirt, attempting to look intimidating despite her fluffy pink slippers.
“Hello?! Earth to tall, dark, and trespassing! You gonna explain yourself, or do I need to call security?!”
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