Her head turned from side to side, looking around her surroundings. Obviously she was impressed. Who wouldn't be? My apartment isn't some ordinary apartment; it's high tech. State of the art. I've designed it myself. I better hide my smirk once she looks at me.

"Not bad." She walked toward the my bedroom and I followed behind. Not bad?! This place is amazing! How can she-

"Wait, where are y-you going?" God, why do I become such an idiot when I try to talk to her?! As she turned to look at me, I swear it was in slow motion. Her beautiful, red hair is just-

"To put my stuff in my room. You don't expect me to leave all my stuff in the living room, do you?" Of course, but that's my room. She doesn't plan to sleep-

"Sleep with me?!" Oh my god. Did I just say that out loud?! I definetely did. She's lookingat me like I'm a ert. You're such an idiot, Hoya! 

"Excuse me?" Oh no. She's angry. She's going to carry her luggage out of here and yell how much she hates me! No!!!!!!! "Ah, is that your only room? If it is why didn't you just say so? I can just sleep in the living room." 

No way! I can't someone as delicate and fragil as her sleep on that uncomfortable sofa. She'll get back pains! "N-no! I'll j-just sleepin the living room."

"But what about your room?" Ah, Tiffany. You're concerned face makes me a gushy inside. What the hell am I talking about? "Listen, I know we have a deal and all, but I don't want to seem like a burden to you. I'm really fine with sleeping on the sofa. I've slept in worser places." 

Tiffany. *sniff sniff* You're so kind and beautiful. "No. I'll sleep in the living room. Don't worry about it. Just make yourself at home, okay?" 

She nodded her head and headed toward the room. Just the thought of her sleeping on my bed makes me smile. Aish! I must be a ert.