He opened a door marked “203”, leading into his apartment. It was simple, but neat and well organized. Again, she would be surprised by the high quality of the apartment; there was a spiral staircase that led to the bedroom in the loft upstairs.
He closed the door behind her, moving past her to tidy up. “Sorry for the mess,” he said, gathering up some papers. “For some reason, I didn’t think we’d be coming back here...”
"This place is amazing," she said, clearly a little distracted. "I really am so happy for you that you've been doing well."
He stacked the papers and put them on a desk before turning to her. “I’m glad you like it,” he said, looking around. “A ton of money was being sent for Alyssa’s school, but now that she’s technically homeless, she has a huge scholarship.”
He put his hands on his hips before looking down at her. “It’s good to hear that my sister is homeless?”
She frowned at him. "No. About the scholarship. Jesus, Ferris. Doesn't she have somewhere to stay right now?"
He pursed his lips, folding his arms. “She lives on campus now,” he said slowly. “So we’ve... we’ve done well with the system.”
She rolled her eyes playfully. "I know, but I can't believe you thought I said her being homeless was good."
He opened the door, showing a small kitchen and dining area. There were papers all over the table and he closed the door embarrassedly. “Sorry. It’s messy.”
