12-24-2015, 12:29 AM
"You're rude," the old man hissed in a low whisper as he remembered he was in a library. He watched the man's eyes stare at the fliers in his hand then put them behind his back. He looked around the library trying to find an escape route from the strange man. He got the circulation's clerk gaze then waved off her concerned look. He didn't ignore the fact she picked up the phone ready to call for help.
"Rude men aren't funny." The older man slowly backed away from McArthur. "Why is Denver, perfect? Who said I would rent an apartment to you? I don't know care what your name is. You're very forward and I don't like you. This is an apartment for a nice man that doesn't snap at people and just someone that just happened to be interested and in need of a place." He looked down at all the boxes. "Maybe you should ask nicely and I'll give you one."
"Rude men aren't funny." The older man slowly backed away from McArthur. "Why is Denver, perfect? Who said I would rent an apartment to you? I don't know care what your name is. You're very forward and I don't like you. This is an apartment for a nice man that doesn't snap at people and just someone that just happened to be interested and in need of a place." He looked down at all the boxes. "Maybe you should ask nicely and I'll give you one."