“Ok, that’s totally fine with me. Just a warning, though, before we go in, ” he said, as they approached the door(luckily sans eraser board).”It might be kind of a mess. My roomate’s not the cleanest guy. And there’s not much space either. You’ll probably be sleeping on the floor in between our beds, or in between my bed and the closet.”

Then he opened the door. Calling the room dirty would be an extreme understatement. It was filthy. There was not a single patch of floor visible, and it stank of rotting food and month-old sweaty clothes yet to be washed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, ” Chris said, smelling the room himself.

“No…it’s not that awful,” Rachel said, trying to make the best of it. “I mean, hey, it’s better than sleeping on a bench right? Cuz if you hadn’t let me crash here, that was my plan for sleeping arrangements tonight.”

“Well, that’s true,” Chris said, looking around the room, nose wrinkled.

But the worst part was yet to come.