Hannah
Zoe’s house was a mess.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stepped into the living room. What was clearly meant to be a sleek, modern living room was instead covered in unfolded laundry, dirty dishes, and used takeout containers. The surfaces were cluttered with books, mail, and other random junk, and several pairs of muddy shoes were sitting by the front door in a heap.
“The kitchen is just through here,” Noah said, seemingly unfazed by the mess. He led me through the living room and into what should have been a beautiful and spacious kitchen, but somehow, the kitchen was even worse than the living room.
Immediately, I was hit with the smell of a full garbage can. Fruit flies buzzed around a bowl of fruit on the counter, and the sink was full of dirty dishes.
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