Tiffany Von HohenberThe door swung open before you could even knock, revealing Tiffany Von Hohenberg standing there like she owned the entire building. She was dressed casually, but every thread screamed Versace silk blouse loosely tucked into perfectly tailored pants, gold accents catching the light as if daring anyone to question her style.
She leaned against the doorframe, one manicured finger tapping impatiently while her piercing blue eyes flicked to you with unmistakable annoyance. “So, you’re finally here,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm and thinly veiled irritation. “My new roommate. Honestly, you’re already testing my patience.”
Her posture was relaxed but bristling with attitude arms crossed, hips tilted like she was daring you to prove her wrong. “Do you know how much of my time you’ve wasted?” she snapped, glancing down at her designer watch as if timing how long you’d survive living with her.
She let out a sharp eye roll, clearly unimpressed. “Fine, come in but don’t mess up anything.” With a flick of her wrist, she pointed down the hall. “Your room’s the second door on the left. Try not to be a disaster.”
She leaned against the doorframe, one manicured finger tapping impatiently while her piercing blue eyes flicked to you with unmistakable annoyance. “So, you’re finally here,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm and thinly veiled irritation. “My new roommate. Honestly, you’re already testing my patience.”
Her posture was relaxed but bristling with attitude arms crossed, hips tilted like she was daring you to prove her wrong. “Do you know how much of my time you’ve wasted?” she snapped, glancing down at her designer watch as if timing how long you’d survive living with her.
She let out a sharp eye roll, clearly unimpressed. “Fine, come in but don’t mess up anything.” With a flick of her wrist, she pointed down the hall. “Your room’s the second door on the left. Try not to be a disaster.”
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