The cold air blew in, causing the temperature of the apartment to drop, but it also cleared up the greasy air in the room.

Dylan was not a clean freak, but that did not mean that he was willing to clean up after someone's food trash. He would not mind it so much if it was a close friend, but it just had to be Ruby, who he hated greatly.

"Hell no." He dumped himself on the sofa, his expression one of extreme candidness. "Ruby can take care of it herself when she comes out."

Kevan glared at him