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It was approximately two weeks later since the incident, and Dipper had almost completely forgotten about the incident in the coffee shop. He was currently sitting in the public library across the street from his apartment, studying for the big ass final exam he had the next week for his psych University course. It was hell.
Of course, it didn’t help that the weather was gross and muggy (but honestly, when was it not?) and he was behind a payment bill for his apartment. He was still looking for a flatmate, which he put out a flyer the week before, to no avail. If he didn’t find someone to split the payment with soon, he would have to move back to California….
‘No,’ Dipper thought to himself. ‘It won’t come to that. I’ll find someone, I’ll pass this test, and then I’ll be able to get a steady job.’
As if on cue, his phone rang, receiving several angry glares and a harsh whisper from the librarian. Apologizing profusely as he jogged to the door of the library, he answered the phone with an irritated, “Hello?”
“Sorry… is this a bad time?”
Scoffing slightly, Dipper replied, “That depends. Who’s calling?”
“Ehrm… Bill Cipher. I’m calling about the flatmate, uhm, flyer thing? Are you still looking?”
The man on the phone seemed weirdly familiar. No matter though, Dipper felt like crying and jumping with joy at the same time. “YES! Yes! Yes, so sorry. I’m really, incredibly so sorry for before. I know you probably don’t want to room with someone so rude-” He was hyperventilating and Dipper knew it, but the man cut him off before he could make a fool of himself any further.
“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” A chuckle. “So… is that a yes, you already found a flatmate? Or a yes, as in it’s still available?”
“OH. Yes, it’s still available. Are you- are you free sometime for an interview?” Oh, god. Dipper was a disaster. He was a bundle of nerves, and it didn’t help that this man was somebody that he’d never met before. “Would sometime next week work?”
“Are you asking me on a date?” Bill questioned, and the brown haired boy could practically see the eyebrow wiggle that came with the question. Dipper squeaked. “Next week would be marvelous,” Bill continued, “What about Tuesday at 4 p.m., at the coffee shop on third?”
It took a few seconds for Dipper to comprehend what just happened, before he responded a lackluster, “Okay.”
Flashing a grin, the other man replied, “Great! I’ll see you then, Pinetree~”
‘Pinetree? Why did that sound so familiar?’ Dipper thought, as he pocketed his phone and made his walk of shame back into the library. ‘Well, at least I got the flatmate thing sorted out. But I still need to meet him and make sure he’s not going to murder me in my sleep.’
Nevertheless, the brown haired boy felt much more relieved and focused as he went back to his textbook. It was going to be a long couple of days, but soon it would be over.