Chapter-4 Female Roommate

"Um, that..." He scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, I wanted a boy to be my roommate," he admitted, awkwardly smiling.

But the girl just blinked and blinked before asking, "boy?" in a very blank voice. Then she lowered her gaze to him. His entire body came to a halt just below his waist.

His face flushed and he coughed to get her attention, but she was still staring at him.

"So, I can't give you the room," he said again to refocus her attention on his face. He'd never seen such an openly gay girl staring at a man.

"Why?" She asked again, her gaze returning to his.

"Because I only have one room and I wanted to share it." He began to emphasise that there was only one room and that he would require a boy to share it.

"So?" She asked, her face expressionless. There are no emotions, nothing. Her voice, while pleasant, sounded too mechanical.

"Huh?" Was it because he didn't explain well, or because she was stupid? "As a result, there was only one bed, one bathroom, and one closet." He responded by tapping his foot.

"And?" She inquired once more, her gaze fixed on his.

"And I'm afraid I can't share it with you." He said this with annoyance. He took a look at his watch. It was already 4:30 p.m., he only had one hour left, and the stalls were a long distance away. He needed to move quickly.

"What's the harm?" She inquired, still oblivious to his expressions and motivations.

"Huh? "Are you willing to share my bed?" He asked, moving in closer to scare her away from his badboy vibe. But he appears to be nothing more than a rat trying to scare the lion with his small teeth.

However, the girl only nodded. And then blinked again, looking into his eyes. This caused his eyes to widen. Is she for real?

'How can she share a room with someone she doesn't know?' Is she a pervert, or what?' He added the final line after recalling how she had just looked at his private parts.

"You... How could you say such a thing? "I'm not going to share my room with a pervert like you." He responded with reddened ears and turned around, ready to leave. But she spoke up again, stopping him in his tracks.

"What exactly is a pervert?" She inquired, her head tilted. He returned his gaze to her, and she still had that blank expression on her face, but her eyes were clear. She didn't appear to be lying.

He sighed deeply and inquired, "Where are you from?" "Where has your family gone?"

"I live far away from here," the girl blinked and looked around. "I got lost here and don't have any family." She responded in the same flat tone.

Her voice was devoid of sadness. For a split second, he doubted her response, but her eyes remained clear.

"Oh, so that's why you're in need of a house." But where do you live now? He inquired, perplexed.

She blinked and blinked some more. Then she pointed with her hands in the direction she wanted to go. "There," he said as he followed her line of sight, his eyes widened. She was pointing to a park, not a hotel, as he had expected. She was looking at a park bench where there was a bundle of what appeared to be old clothes. A black box, a robe, and a dress.

To say he was taken aback would be an understatement. With horror, he returned the girl's stare. She was a stunning woman. Platinum blonde hair, long straight hair, bluishgrey Phoenix eyes, heartshaped face, broad head, chiselled jaw, and fair skin. She'd be about 5'7" tall, with a slim waist and long legs.

She has the face and body of an international model, but she was living on the road. What if some thugs take advantage of her?

But that didn't make any sense. He didn't know much about fashion, but she was dressed nicely. He didn't think she was poor. So, even if she was lost, shouldn't she book a hotel room? But how could he ask that without appearing to be interfering in her personal affairs?

He was frustrated and ran his hand through his hair. Fuck! In his heart, he cursed. Then he exhaled deeply and smiled at the girl who was still staring at him. Her way of looking was too creepy for him.

He coughed to divert her attention away from his eyes, but the girl only blinked and continued to stare. He opened his mouth to say something, but her eyes made it difficult.

He opened the first button on his shirt and loosened it slightly to relieve the suffocating sensation that his soul had been searched.

He sighed once more and returned his gaze to the advertisement, which helped to calm him down. "Do you have the money to pay for the room?" he inquired.

But he didn't get a response, so he returned his gaze to her after a few more seconds. She kept staring at him. "What is money?" she asked, capturing his attention.

"Huh?" He had expected to hear yes, no, or anything, but this was not what he had anticipated hearing.

"Don't you understand what money is?" He couldn't help but inquire.

The girl blinked once more and shook her head, still staring at him.

"How did you get in there and get the food?" She inquired, suspiciously, whether he had seen her sitting in the cafe with a sandwich and coffee.

"Food?" She inquired, her head tilted. "What exactly is food?"

"Did you have your coffee and sandwich there in the cafe?" He inquired, further explaining her situation. She was like a baby, asking for everything.

'Did she suffer from a mental illness?' Looking at her behaviour, he couldn't help but think she's a mentally challenged girl.'

The way she looked at him, but how could she have understood the advertisement if she couldn't understand anything else? Was she pulling a joke on him? All of these thoughts were causing him to become frustrated.