Catrin is lovely, James is a lad

*Knock Knock*

"Hello??" You hear a cute, feminine voice call out, followed by gentle footsteps. Opening the door to meet you was a girl even shorter than yourself (although you were wearing heels), at probably 5'1, a brunette with a full fringe, big blue eyes and very noticeable red lips, enough to make any man, or woman, stop and stare. She was equally petite and shared the same kind of figure as you, probably with a slightly smaller bra size, 32c? Maybe the same even. She had a very small waist and, even from the front you could tell she had a cute bubble butt, for a white girl, you thought to yourself. But that was mainly because you noticed the other flatmate behind her perving on it.

James, once he had stood up from the desk chair, was like a giant compared to both of them, even her boyfriend. Probably over 6'2, with a very toned frame, looked like he spent a fair time at the gym. He had short blonde hair, equally striking blue eyes, though these were far more mischievous. He didn't appear to be your kind of guy, but you couldn't deny he was one of the hottest guys you'd seen in the south so far.

"Hi I'm Sasha, I'm living next door, just wanted to introduce myself" _wow, _you thought, _why do i come across so nervous? _You had your arm out for about a second, though it felt like an eternity, before she responded.
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"Aw yes I was so excited to meet you from our chats! I'm Catrin but call me Cat remember!" She forgets the hand and embraces you, which makes you laugh a little, fuck sake she's adorable. You remember the Facebook group chat you shared with her and the two others, you remember James being laddish, and Catrin being very friendly, excited to get every possible icebreaker ready for us to do when we finally met.

"Yeah and I'm James, how's it going?" He was a proper londoner. You couldn't quite nail down what accent, but it was very london, while Catrin's was a bit more pronounced, would be posh if she wasn't so bubbly, practically the antithesis of a posh girl, or tory as you call them. You noticed him unabashedly glancing repeatedly at your chest, almost making you follow his eyes, but instead you stick out your arm for him to shake.

"Nice to meet you" you smile innocently, but knowingly. He doesn't seem to care, especially with that shit-eating grin. You knew he was going to be a handful this year.

"What no hug for me? Not fair!" Catrin giggles and so you laugh as well. They offer to help you unpack everything in your room and then chill out for the night in the kitchen. You make sure nobody unpacks your clothes except for Catrin and yourself, namely because you weren't sure you could trust James yet with that kind of thing, whereas it felt like you'd be best friends with Catrin within the week. It took about an hour to complete, but once you were set your mum arrived to let you know she was heading to her hotel before leaving in the morning, and you went to the kitchen to chill with the other two.