You had just recently moved in with your brother and his friends. You were in the middle of making some noddles when the door opened. You turned around expecting to see your brother but you saw his friend warren instead.

he looked at you with both confused, disgust and a little hatred. He looked you up and down, judging you. He put his hands in his hoodies pocket, leaning against the doorway.

“Who are you?”

He asked, in his normal unbothered voice. His stoic face looking down at you.