No need to choose

As George rounded the corner and arrived at his little shack on campus, he saw a figure standing by his front door. The figure seemed unfamiliar to him, though she waived at him as if she knew him perfectly well. George parked his golf cart and slowly approached the woman standing at his door. With his eyes he studied the way she looked, he noticed she was asian, short, maybe 5'2, she had black shoulder length hair that framed her cute, round face and curves in all the right places. "Good afternoon" he spoke, closing in on her.

"Hey! I was beginning to think I was in the wrong place..." The woman stepped towards him, extending her hand. George shook it and saw the pleasant expression on her face.

"Well I guess I'm glad you found it, what can I help you with?" George let go of the woman's hand and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"They forgot to tell you didn't they? God this school's administration sucks so much..." The woman shook her head, clasping her forehead in her palm. "I'm Luanne, I'm the new custodian at Brightsdale, they just hired me. I was told I'd be shacking up with another handyman called George and by the look of you that aught to be you. I hope I haven't surprised you too much?" George raised his eyebrows and did his best to hide the expression on his face, which was, in fact, very surprised.

"Umm that's news to me, ok. A welcome is in order, I suppose." George smiled warmly at Luanne, who looked up at him with a determined gaze. George tried to guess how old Luanne was, she certainly older than him, but couldn't be much older than 25. "I think I might've been the last of the personnel on campus who had a place all to himself, so I knew this day was coming. Please, Luanne, let me show you around." George pulled the front door keys out of his pocket and let Luanne enter his, or from now on, their house.

"My bad George, I hope I'm not disrupting your bachelor lifestyle too much." George laughed, leading Luanne into the living room, having grabbed the suitcase she had set outside on his doorstep.

"I'll be ok, don't worry. So Luanne, how'd you start working as a custodian?" She did not seem the type, George thought, though he did not want to tell her out loud. Luanne seemed fit and athletic, but her short frame made her seem an unlikely candidate for the physical labour being a custodian required.

"Please, call me Lulu" she responded, plopping down on the couch and curiously looking around the living room. "I've been working with my hands ever since I was a kid. Always had odd jobs here and there. After college however I got an office job, something to make my parents happy. But I needed a change. So, here I am!" Lulu threw her legs up on the coffee table and George took a seat next to her on a chair.

"Here you are! I'm glad to have to company."