I don't want a real relationship but I don't want a fictional one

Chapter seven: Brand new Start

[Hallvaine Plaza] 

I came face to face with a scary landlord who owns the right to the building. 

Her eyes were scanning me the moment I walk in.

"Hello, my name is-"

"Already know you." 

"oh."

"My name is Diana Crystal. I am the landlord of this building. I suspect you use to live at Dexter's building." 

"yes." 

She message her temple and sighs, "again....." 

I look at her in confusion to her expression. 

"Come with me. I'll show you the apartment."

She's wearing a business attire. Her hair is tied up in a bun. She wears oval frame glasses. It's hard to tell what age she is. I get the impression she's older than me. In the same time, she's around my age. 

Her attitude is rather cold reminding me how I met Dexter at his office getting my apartment. 

We went inside the elevator.

We were distance from each other. We look at the number heading upwards.  

"so...um...Diana, you know Dexter?" I ask. 

Diana glance at me with glaring eyes. 

I shiver and stare at the number. 

The elevator stop at eleven. 

It opens the door. 

Diana walks out first and I follow. 

We walk down the hallway passing three doors down and stop at this door. 

Apartment  11-D 

Diana takes out her key and unlock the door. 

She opens the door and enters. 

"please come In," she said. 

I enter inside seeing the white space around the room. 

"This is the main room," she said. "over there, is the kitchen." 

She points beside her. 

"The bathroom is in the next room." 

I follow her going to the next room. There's a bathroom where the bedroom is. 

"That will be all," she said. 

I have to say it's almost just like my old apartment except we didn't have elevators. 

"I'll take it," I said. 

"not so fast, I need all the paperwork information. I'll call Dexter to evaluate what kind of residence you are. Pray, he says nice things about you."

This woman is scary. Are landlords allow to call other landlord about the residences? Isn't this classified information?  

"Thanks for coming. I really need head back to my office. Now, shoo."

This is will be best place to live here for now. 

For a landlord, I may have some trouble with her than Dexter. 

[Heroine's apartment] 

I surf through the internet finding apartments and job hunting. 

The apartment I search for were too expensive for a single person like me. 

The jobs were out because December is here. The seasonal jobs are taken. 

What's difficult I don't have a college degree? 

Yes, I went to college. I didn't exactly finish it. 

I stop going when I realize I want to change major. I had repeat freshmen year of college. 

I struggle finding what I really want to do that I quit.

I started working low minimum wage jobs.  

The office working job was average. It had decent pay. It wasn't enough to pay off my bills and living expense.

I sigh that this was my life. I can't change that.

I glance up looking at my TV.

My game was on.

It's still on the screen with the text.

[Heroine, what should you do?]

I grab the controller off the ground and press the A button.

[The heroine had troubles in her life that is brewing to get her.]

Oddly enough, reading the text and nothing on the screen is actually rather strange.

Reading the text and imaging what the heroine is going through.

I don't mind there aren't any picture.

I can imagine it.

The only thing that bothers me is the guys don't show up. This suppose to be otome game. The only guy that did show up was the landlord character. There weren't anything about him.

The rest keep themselves in the shadow.

Oddly, I feel connect to the game in a strange way when I play it.

[Through it all, there was something she wants to do.]

"What?"

[A number she hasn't call.] 

"number?" 

I should stop playing. Crisis needs to be taken care of.

I went job after job putting in all the personal information to hopefully get a call or email by tomorrow.

I can feel my eyes strain looking at the screen.

"I need to recharge," I said getting off my bed and go to my kitchen. I make myself a sandwich.

I realize I don't have much money to buy myself grocery food. I have mergency backup money in the bank. That won't help me during the week.

I may need some help than I thought.

I think I need to call my mom.