maybe her recent overall really good mood was to blame. or the fact that she just tidied her entire living room. neatly, all of her collectables and knicknacks are put away. even the throw blankets she has on the couch are put exactly where they belong. something, in margo’s mind, is worth a little celebration. she doesn’t exactly clean often. even if that celebration meant upsetting the neighbors with loud, bass heavy music. finally, she put the new speakers she got last christmas to good use. margo likes to claim she doesn’t like dance. but, her twirls and side steps say otherwise. singing along at the top of her long to another prince hit, she almost misses the knock on the door. luckily for her, digby made a point to bark enough to gain her attention.
shit, must be the guy down the hall. she hopped he’d be at work or something for the next few hours. margo rushes to turn the volume down before making her way to the door. “sorry for all the noise. i just hoped you’d be gone by–” now, there’s no way parker is the guy that lives down the hall. that guy is well into his 60s and manages to look alot less grumpy. and there’s also no way parker is just stopping by margo’s house. especially not after their last encounter. “rian?” she says carefully, as if it was some wild guess. the two hadn’t actually spoken much. and margo is, by far, the worst at making new acquaintances. “hey,” she pulls on a smile quickly. she’s sure he isn’t there to see margo. “casey’s on his way. i had no idea you were coming by.. come in.” @rianshq
