I took a deep breath, then knocked on the apartment door. This apartment complex wasn’t run down, but it wasn’t fancy either. It was meant to blend in with the rest of the street, which was a good thing. It was the perfect place to do things undisturbed. Which was definitely the case here.
The door opened and Kara, a pretty girl of what appeared to be of mixed Asian and white ethnicity stepped out. She was about early twenties, so about my age, and was dressed casually – just a Nirvana shirt and some jeans with those stylish holes in them. Not that she’d need them in a few minutes. “Welcome! I’m glad you made it. Wow, you’re really cute in person.”
“Um, thanks,” I replied, a little bit nervously. “You’re pretty cute too.”
She smiled and let me indoors. The living room of the apartment had a few couches, which she led me to and sat down with me. The centerpiece of the room was a large table, big and sturdy enough for someone to comfortably get on top of. There were some pillows at the corners, and a hole in the center with a detachable bucket below it.