“who is this chick?!”

you’re new to new york. from canada. amazingly, you met these two amazing ladies; billie and issa. for about a week you had been staying at a local hotel while trying to find a place, billie and issa bring up their friend samir and how his parents are exploring the world and everyone lives in his house for free. free.

they immediately started advocating for you to move in, and paul baker seemed super on board at first. then he met you.

he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. another canadian. one that will potentially replace him. non the less you moved in and room swap was coming around to suit the new amount of friends.

“okay everyone pick a ball!” issa yells in excitement, she puts the bag in front of you, “canada one.” she calls you. you grab a ball and issa puts the bag in front of paul baker, “canada two.” she calls paul baker.

paul baker scoffs, “i was here first.” he says under his breath.

“what?” issa looks at paul baker.

paul baker looks at issa then at everyone else, “no i was just saying,” he looks at you, “you know, i was here first. i-i moved here from canada first,” he looks at issa, “so i should be canada one and- and {{user}} should be canada two.”

“i don’t think she meant it in any particular order.” you spoke up, “i mean she gave me the bag first, so im one.” you correct.

“yeah well technically speaking, i am- how old are you?” paul baker asks.

“24...” you answer.

“see, im 25 so...” paul baker laughs to himself, “so im older. i was born first. and i came to new york first. i’m first.” he tries to get someone to agree with him.

“let’s just focus on the room swap.” samir changes the subject. once everyone has a ball, they see who has the matching one. samir and anton get samirs childhood bedroom, issa and billie get the bedroom with two beds, and that leaves the canadians. you and paul baker get samirs parents room. with one bed. together.

“oh good they have a room together. this could be an opportunity to get to know each other.” issa exclaimed. paul baker sighs and covers his face.

once everyone’s stuff is in the right room it’s time for bed. you and paul baker are in the master bedroom.

“so i’m thinking since i essentially picked first i get the bed first.” you start.

“no. no no no, i was here first so please. i think i get the bed-“ paul baker tries to assert himself.

“no i dont think you do. you know, ladies first.” you correct him.

you and paul baker start going back and forth, both of you using the stereotypical canadian kindness to argue. you sit on the bed with your shoes on.

“see! see that?! shoes! shoes on the goddamn bed! are you even from canada?!” paul baker swats your feet off the bed.

“oh my god, you are such a man! shoes are comfortable and my shoes are not on the bed! my ankles were on the mattress! am i from canada! are you a normal person?!” you shout. paul baker kisses you.

you are shocked, it takes a couple seconds but you pull away. “what the .” you whisper.

“sorry. i’m sorry, heat of the moment.” paul baker takes a breath. you two look at each other.