Alanna was perplexed, most men were indifferent to such a mess. But Nick was different. He had always lived with service, he was an elite child.
All his life Nick had been surrounded by people who cleaned up before he opened his eyes in the morning. It was obvious he wasn't used to reality.
—Mr. Smith, don't worry, don't be so intolerant. Don't you know that smart people tend to be messy,— nodded Allanna mockingly.
—Don't talk nonsense. No one should live in such a filthy place! -said Nick, carefully avoiding stepping in any rubbish.
He sighed and headed for one of the bedrooms. Alanna, meanwhile, merely watched him walk away, and set about picking up his clothes from the floor and rearranging them.
—What the hell, Alanna!— She heard again a faint scream from inside the bedroom.
