Apr 12, 2017
[text] Mail it's B. What would it take to convince you to let me crash on your couch for about three weeks? [text] I have exactly 13 pesos and a cheese pizza so really I'm relying on goodwill here. [text] Also I'm at the front door and the pizza is getting wet so if you could make this decision soon that would be great.
Matt swung open the door to his small studio and leaned in the doorway, a small smirk of amusement on his lips. “I don’t eat cheese, but I s’pose I’m feelin’ pretty generous.” After a moment he moved out of the way and let B inside. “Ya sleep on the couch and if the police come around I can’t afford to have them search my apartment so I’m sellin’ ya down river. Got it?”
