You’ve entered your flat with a smile, as a million thought ran through your head. You really hoped your roomies would be nice and you’d get along well. But when you looked at the boy in front of you in shock, you almost wanted to move to another country. It was the boy in which you nearly bumped at the airport before.

“Are you stalking me?!”

The boy said, now holding up a pan to defend himself if he needs to. What will you say?