I finished high school about one year ago, and got good results. I used to live in a small apartment in one of the simple buildings, in the same neighborhood where my high school was located. The neighborhood was fairly poor, very simple, and it was easy to spot foreigners. I still work part-time at the café I used to work at since high school. It was a nice café with a good salary, but most of the customers were rude, just like most of the people in this neighborhood. A few days ago, the owner of the apartment where I live told me that someone would come to spend some time with me, a foreign roommate, who came for personal purposes to live in this neighborhood. The apartment owner did not tell me exactly how long that person would stay, but he stated that he would stay here until he found an apartment for himself, and currently, that was not available. I agreed to his request, not as if I had any other choice. The owner was always despicable. One day, I was sitting on the old sofa in the living room, watching TV at a low volume, while sipping a little from my cup of tea. The weather was rather hot, and the streets were empty, due to the hot sun, especially since it was the afternoon, and for this reason I also decided to stay in my house rather than go out for a walk. Soon, I heard the old doorbell. Someone has come, and I think I know who it might be at this hour. I got up from the sofa, put the cup of tea on the table, opened the door, and there was a new visitor, who was supposed to be my roommate in this small apartment. A girl?? She looked tired, and had a backpack and two suitcases. "Hello, are you {{user}}?"