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“You see my point? Who wants to deal with the fact they may have to shovel snow off their car then later DRIVE in it! It’s sheer madness. I’m not made for this life. Too rugged for me.” Kajal joked, not even serious but she was allowed to whine about the inconvenience or two.

Eric gave a good, hardy laugh, enjoying this woman’s humor and the stress she was putting into the situation. “You’re right, you’re right. The snow doesn’t play around. Buses and ubers are our only lifesavers. If, you know, they didn’t pick away at my check so much.”

My past has tasted bitter for years now, So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I’ve been told. I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I’m waking up today

Harlot, on the other hand, was trying to get the cat out of his apartment. He had two beloved little quails, safely secured in a cage thank god; he really didn’t want this cat getting to them. “Come on, you, get out!” Harlot whined, his door hanging open as he tried to track down the feline and kick it out of his messy little home. “You ain’t welcome here, you furry little shit!”

Eric had crouched from furniture to furniture hoping that she’d appear. Seconds within ‘adopting’ her, he’d already got her lost. What a great pet owner he was turning out to be. “Here...kitty....kitty?” When had this call ever worked on any cat? He was resorting to cliches. Sighing, Eric got back up in time to hear a someone yelling from down the hall. Sounded like he was dealing with a rat. 

“I have it.” Asher said, “I just don’t really use it. Must be some embarrassing pictures on there or something.”

“Huh, when you put it like that it sounds a lot like snapchat.” 

As Noel was sitting on one of the arm chairs in the lobby with his coffee on the table and binder in his lap, he kept at his studies and work for his professors. Sipping his coffee every three minutes or so and that normal habit of him tapping his pen against the metal of the clips from the binder. Noel would mostly be in the lobby after classes because for the most part, everyone was out doing their jobs or venturing off for their life. Plus it saved him time for having to go to his floor and back down for when he had to work. Noel had a bag of clothes he changed in to from school to work and then back to his place. 

“Mail room!” Eric called out as if that information gave him an epiphany.. Jumping straight up from where he crouched to walk over to the room the other had suggested, Eric made sure to make his steps softer so to not scare the poor girl. The mail room was rather bare, little hiding spot for the Ragdoll mix to tuck herself in. The garbage can, which she’d probably be good at getting in, a random blue bin, and the corner of the room. “There you are!” Eric exclaimed, as he saw the fluffy cat sitting in the bin. Before he got a chance to pick her up she leaped out and raced out of the room.

“Oh no, no, it’s okay, it’s fine…” Lynn shook her head, she didn’t want to be a burden to the stranger, she just needed the event venue so she could drop the flowers off because the delivery guy can’t come to work today so Lynn had to go in his place delivering the flowers for the day and this was  the last one before she can go back to the shop. “Ah! a floor up, I see, no wonder I have it wrong…” she chuckled, “I guess we’re both are not so good with details, huh?”

“You sure?” Eric asked again though not wanting to give off the impression she couldn’t do it on her own, he dropped it. He’s met enough girls who hes tried to help but it came off the wrong way for him to learn not to be too pushy. He laughed, shaking his head in agreement at their attention to detail. “I’d say. At least you got the right day.” He grinned, moving towards the door. “Then, how about I walk you up to make sure I’m sending you to the right room?”

Gabriella was walking back from the parking lot after visiting her mother in the hospital and she saw Eric looking for something. She looked around making sure nothing looked out of place before furrowing her eyebrows. She took a few more steps towards him and said, “What are you looking for?” Clearly he was looking for something, she just didn’t know what.

“Ah, hey,” Eric greeted, jumping back to his feet as he heard footsteps approaching him. He teetered his weight from one leg to another, trying to find out a good way to explain without looking like a bad almost-pet-owner. “So, there was this cat, right? And they got in and now I can’t find them.” That’s about as vague as he could get. And that’s all he was going to offer. “Have you seen it around at all?”

Ally had just arrived home from her shift at work and was passing through the lobby to get to the staircase. As she wandered through the lobby, occasionally taking a sip from paper cup of coffee, she was distracted by a strange sound coming from the other side of the room. Furrowing her brow, she wandered further into the room only to find a man crouched beside the couch. “Can I help you find something?” she asked, placing her free hand on the corner of the sofa as she looked down at him with a raised brow. 

“Unless you’re talented at catching wild animals, I’m not sure if you can.” Eric lifted his head up, a frown that spoke volumes about his unsuccessful search clear on his face. Standing up, he leaned his weight against the couch, gathering up ideas on where else to look on this first floor. “See, I lost my cat. I was bringing her home and just like that she raced out of my arms. I’m trying to catch her before she or someone with bad allergies gets hurt. I’d rather go about my day without some lawsuit on my hands.” Could he even get sued for something like that? Probably not, but he was always thinking of the extremes. 

Lexi was walking into the apartment getting off of work, when she started hearing a strange sound. She saw a man looking under a couch and saying something, “I hope you’re not talking to me” she joked.

Eric replayed those words in his head not catching it as a joke at first before he snorted and gave a light chuckle. He looked up at the woman with a grin and shook his head. “No, I don’t think that line would go well with any girl.” He tossed back, getting up and scanning the room again with his eyes. “You haven’t seen a cat around here, have you?”

As Brighton stood in the lobby, looking over a few papers she had gotten in the mail yesterday that she had forgotten to check, she couldn’t help but to over heard someone making an odd noise from behind her. Looking around, she saw someone on the ground and looking under a couch as he mumbled to himself. Walking over rather carefully, the blonde gave the man a questionable look before speaking up. “Can I–Can I help you with something?”

Eric had hardly picked up his head, still checking very carefully under that couch to make sure she wasn’t hidden under there. He hummed in thought before straightening himself out and looking at the woman. “I...I’m not sure. If you’re up for it? I’m looking for a cat. She’s a real sweetheart. Messy. This tall--You’re not allergic are you?”

Zachary had just gotten home from an early shift at the bar. Making a beeline for his apartment on the first floor, he couldn’t help but stop as he heard some odd noises coming from the couch. He then found a young man crouching, looking around underneath it. He stopped and cocked his head, confused. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked. 

Eric’s head shot up when someone approached him. His eyes wide with being caught and his mouth hung open for a sec as he scrambled for an explanation. “Uh...” He uttered stupidly before standing up to look at the man evenly. “A cat got in here,” He lied--or rather, in his frenzy to make it a short explanation, left tid bits out. “She’s about this tall, looks kind of like a Ragdoll--or is it a Siberian--She’s a puffball. White and gray. Have you seen her anywhere?” 

“Exactly. They’ll be heartbroken.” Eric feigned a sad expression. “You haven’t been having good luck with men today. Met a creep, saw me doing that. Who knows what else is in store.” Eric closed his eyes as if he was in physical pain by that nickname. “No, no, I prefer Eric. How about you, Ms. Sharp Tongue?”

The minute her hand wrapped around the cup she noticed the raise of the males hand and instantly regretted taking it from him, the coffee filling her sense of smell she closed her eyes for just a second before extending her arm back out to give it him back. “No, I’m sorry, that was weong of me, here.” Ettienne replied, practically stuffing the coffee cup back into his hands, it was clearly a regular occurrance for the poor guy and she wasn’t about to be the second, or third, person to take a drink from him. “You look pretty upset to me. I guess I’m just not cute enough.” Etty teased giving him a warm smile.

Eric hadn’t meant to actually make her feel bad for it but he was almost refreshed by it. All in all, he couldn’t exactly blame her. By the way she was tasting it and letting the warm, coffee smell take over her senses, she did look like she needed it. Giving a sheepish smile at her apology, Eric raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t expecting that.” A rough chuckle escaped him at the girl’s teasing. He took the coffee and placed it back down on his table, mindlessly thumbing the ceramic. “I wouldn’t say that. You’re up there. But this quality coffee? Man, anyone would be upset at missing a taste.” He joked, readjusting himself. “Mind telling me why  you needed this coffee so bad?”

“Another chance to embarrass myself and make him run for the hills? No thank you.” Amara said with a small laugh as she followed along side him. “Sure, that sounds fun. I actually haven’t played since college and I can’t say that was a long while ago. Amara, by the way.”  She added with a soft smile. 

Eric laughed, tossing his head back just a bit at the image. “Some guys find that cute. You being left speechless from the sight of him and all,” He teased, throwing a smirk her way. “Eric. Amara, huh? That’s different. So, are you new around here, Amara?”

Asher laughed then and nodded his head, “You’re welcome. I don’t actually have snapchat, never really understood it.” He admitted. “My sister loves it though.” 

“Honestly, I just use it as my personal vine.” Eric admitted with a light shrug of his arms. “But what are you into? A facebook guy?”