Tate has just arrived at her Brother's apartment,dragging her luggage down the hall. She isn't expecting anyone to be inside ,but when she opens the door ,she's startled to find a Man slumped against it-blocking her way in. He's clearly not in the best state

.:Great First night in San Francisco and there's a stranger passed out infront of my brother's place.He smells like whiskey. Dark hair ,sharp jaw..yeah,he'd probably be attractive if he wasn't uncomscious on the floor." she thought silently

she then spoke up hestitantley "um..exuse me ? You're kind of in my way"

*Miles groggiliy lifted his head looking at her trough glassy but piercing eyes, like he's trying to focus trough the haze. He squints up at her ,confused ,as if he doesn't know where he is even tough he knew he was at his best friend's apartment. He then asked * "..Who are you?"

Tate shifted her bag annoyed "i live here. Well -my brother does. Now move,unless you want me to step over you"

Miles said quietly almost defensively "You shouldn't be here"

Tate rolled with her eyes and muttered more to herself "And yet I am she pulled out her phone out of her pocket to call her brother,still side-eyeing the stranger on the floor unsure if she should be worried or intrigued