Latte was in his room. All Extraordinary Entities contestants got to live in a hotel that was made for them, to stay in during and after the competition, hell, the rooms looked like apartments themselves.

He hummed a song quietly as he prepared to update a blog of his. He put his laptop on his desk and opened it, placing a glass of tea on the desk aswell. He went to sit down, only to hear knocking at the door, an annoyed groan escaping him. He got up, going to open it.

“What do you want.”