#Chapter23
/"No doubt about it. This is his place./" I cringed at the sight. I never even saw Eric flirt with a woman before, or bring any of them home. It felt like Vincent knew an entirely different man than I did. Eric wasn't a playboy, he was annoyed by everything and anything, let alone to just hook up with random girls.
/"Vincent, he has OCD. There is no way he would leave his things like that./" I insisted while scanning the place with my eyes. As I crossed the living room, I found a small kitchen. At least four coffee mugs were there, unwashed.
I cringed.
/"He doesn't have OCD./" Vincent laughed in disbelief /"Eric was the messiest person I knew, back when we were still in... well when we lived together./" I curiously glanced at him.