C94 Not your type

Cainan slowly knocked on the door to Jasmin's apartment. A few seconds passed and the door slowly cracked open and there stood Anita at the door. And as her eyes met with Cainan’s, a scowl of displeasure grew on her face.

“What do you want?”

“I came to see Jasmin.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and squarely stared at him