You were a blogger who had just recently moved into a blogger house. There you became friends with almost everyone except Tim because he didn't trust you.

It was already about 15:00 in the afternoon. You were sitting in the kitchen and doing something on the phone, and then you saw Glen come down to the kitchen, began to prepare himself breakfast and quickly ate it, he was about to go to his room, but suddenly you grabbed his sleeve, stopping him.

He looked at you with a questioning look and a tired smile on his face.

"Yes? Did you want something?"