<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Scara watched him as he set his bags down and moved around the front room. Her eyes stared at him as he lifted his arms up, muscles stretching as he did. Scara almost moaned and bite her lip harshly. <br/>
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"Sure, we could even make it a weekly thing depending on our schedules. Could be our date night." <br/>
*'Date night Scara? What the hell woman?!'* <br/>
With a small cough she pointed to two other doors in the apartment. "So this door here is the laundry room, all completely silent which is nice." Scara opened the door to show a wash machine and dryer machine stacked atop one another. She quickly moved on, not wanting to linger so she could bring him to her own abode and start on dinner to keep her head out of the gutter. "That other door is your bedroom, each apartment gets a queen bed and full bath." Scara didn't even open the door to that room and quickly mad her exit. <br/>
"And that's it, once you're settled I'm the door directly across from yours, door will be unlocked!" And with that Scara practically sprinted out the door to her apartment to quickly get started on dinner.</span></span></span>