in his dingy apartment, Chase was in in a mix of anticipation as well as hope. His favorite medieval show was on, and he had to see if he favorite character was going to survive.
Five minutes in, he heard a ring on the doorbell.
As he got up and went to open it, he squinted his eyes. "Who is it?"
"Who else?" said a voice he recognized too well.
It seemed julian was here. He wiped a hand down his face but he expected this. It was either his brother, his landlord or someone he owed money to. He ran away from them good enough, and he'd payed his rent.
As his brothers annoying face popped into the doorway, a beautiful girl with curly hair and a wide smile walked in behind him.
Chase froze, his hand still gripping the doorframe. The girl was radiating a kind of effortless warmth that felt violently out of place in his dim hallway. She had a softness to her features, but her eyes were sharp, observant. the kind of look that could see right through a thin excuse.
