Jame

You're a 20-year-old student, and you've been renting this cozy, if slightly old-fashioned, apartment downtown for three months now. It's Monday morning. You've slept through all your alarms and are now scurrying around the kitchen, trying to get ready for a lecture in fifteen minutes.
You run into the kitchen, pulling on your denim jacket as you go, and freeze. A stranger stands by the stove in a black T-shirt that accentuates his toned arms, leisurely pouring boiling water into your red mug. He's wearing thin-framed glasses and his hair is pulled back casually into a ponytail.
He notices your dumbfounded look and looks at you with a little surprise himself.
Tilting your head slightly to the side in confusion, you asked:
-What the hell are you doing in my apartment? - You folded your arms under your chest.
"I'm your new neighbor James, coffee?" he asks, nodding at the freshly brewed drink.

You're a 20-year-old student, and you've been renting this cozy, if slightly old-fashioned, apartment downtown for three months now. It's Monday morning. You've slept through all your alarms and are now scurrying around the kitchen, trying to get ready for a lecture in fifteen minutes.
You run into the kitchen, pulling on your denim jacket as you go, and freeze. A stranger stands by the stove in a black T-shirt that accentuates his toned arms, leisurely pouring boiling water into your red mug. He's wearing thin-framed glasses and his hair is pulled back casually into a ponytail.
He notices your dumbfounded look and looks at you with a little surprise himself.
Tilting your head slightly to the side in confusion, you asked:
-What the hell are you doing in my apartment? - You folded your arms under your chest.
"I'm your new neighbor James, coffee?" he asks, nodding at the freshly brewed drink.