Standing back, Jake watched her take in the apartment. Now, he kind of wished he’d put in even more effort into picking up the place. He laughed when she asked if he was a murder. Turning up the corner of his mouth, and letting out a low chuckles as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “Not a murderer. Are you?” He was kidding of course, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. He moved to sit on the couch with her, keeping his distance and settling onto the other end. Sure, the brunette was kind of hot, she dressed different than most of the girls he knew, but it didn’t take away from her attractiveness. Under different circumstances, he would have probably hit on her, but right now he was desperate for a roommate, and hooking up with a girl you live with? Terrible idea.
His eyes drifted down with the movement of her hands. He watched as she smoothed the fabric of her dress down against her thighs, and he watched as she checked her phone, Looking up quickly when she apologized. He shook his head quickly. Yeah, it wasn’t a guy he could hang out and drink beers with or a girl he’d ever really get to bang, but she didn’t seem terrible. It was doubtful they’d be friends that hung out since from the moment she entered the apartment he decided they most likely wouldn’t have anything in common. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who had girl friends that weren’t girlfriends - other than the one’s that were consider off limits due to bro code, but it could work. Maybe. “Nope,” he shrugged, leaning back against the cushion. If he really knew anything about this kind of thing, he’d asked to see her credit score or something at the very least. “As long as you can pay your half of the rent every month, we’re good. There’s a bedroom back there with your name on it.”
Tina had giddily leaped with accomplishment and, without thinking about it, completely gave up on her smooth and cool demeanor. She threw her arms messily around the man in front of her as she conveyed thank you after thank you. Overwhelmed with a mix of excitement and triumph she didn’t fully take in their close proximity. It wasn’t that Jake wasn’t attractive, he was, she could admit to that. But Tina honestly wasn’t interested, both because he was her soon to be roommate and he just didn’t seem her type - if you could call the few various men she’d brought back to her shoe box apartment lately a type.
Pulling back came with a mix of embarrassment, avoidance of eye contact, and internal facepalms. Tina had hoped to push away the blush she could feel rising on her skin before Jake took notice to it. The last thing she wanted was to get denied because he thought she was some freak who had wanted to “get all up on that”, to quote her boss. Feeling the warmth fade, she decided to just laugh it off and look back up at the man in front of her. “Sorry about that” came as a given. “Mind if i finish the grand tour?” Slicking her slightly rumpled her down, Tina stood once again and gave him her best ‘kissass-y bartender’ grin she’d grown so use to using.