<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Inviting Kathleen in...</em><br/><hr/>Chelsea listened to the words the girl was saying, and looking at the driver's license, realized that it was Kathleen Anzaker that called her a couple days ago, one of the people who were willing to move in but did not specify the time and date. Her appearance hear was truly unexpected ... as was the sneeze that flew out of the girl's nose. Kat pleaded as if she was a prisoner kept in a cold, wet, dungeon, suffering a nasty cold. Chelsea was not going to be the rude landlord who only cared about the rent every month. She was going to be her usual, hospitable self. "Yeah, yeah, come in. I'll get you towel," Chelsea said, leading the girl into the foyer, water dripping from her hair and clothes. A Hispanic man, who looked about the age of thirty dressed in a black tanktop, showing off his toned, tanned muscles, and a pair of gray sweatpants, came down the stairs, curiosity painted on his face.<br/><br/>Seeing the wet girl being led by Chelsea, the man asked, "Is everything okay?"<br/><br/>"Oh Raul, thanks for coming down. Can you please bring Kathleen's stuff in please?" Chelsea told him and without another word from the man, he followed the order and risking his dry clothes, went out the door and hurriedly brought Kat's luggage inside. He closed the door, showing signs of the cold affecting him. "Thanks, I can take it from here." Raul left for the stairs, looking over his shoulder at the two girls as he walked up the steps. Chelsea went to a half-open door to the right of the foyer and entered the room. When she came out, she had in her hand a large, dark red towel, which she gave to Kathleen. "Here you go, Kathleen."