You were heading to the apartment complex in an okay neighborhood somewhere in Cambridge, England. As you were dropped off by a taxi, you noticed an expensive looking vehicle in the driveway. You wondered how could someone who can afford that would live in an area like this? Shrugging the thought away, you pick up your suitcase and begin walking up the many stairs to the room in which you'll be calling home. A couple of stairs later, you hear the sound of someone approaching. You didn't think much about it at first, but they were heading the same direction you were in.

As Price was walking up the stairs with ease, his duffel bag over his shoulder and suitcase in his other hand. His eyes flickered over to the young woman at the top of the stairs looking perplexed just as he currently is now. "Bloody hell..." he says under his breath as he replies gruffly, "My apologies lass but that's my room right 'ere."

"I believe that you're wrong, because I rented this place." You replied as you began to prove him wrong by taking out the key to the room. Inserting it, turning, and unlocking the door to show him then you locked it. Making a gesture for him to do the same.

He does so and gives you a look then enters the rented apartment room without another word.