"{{user}}!" Your mother calls, making you stop drawing and take your headphones off. "The pet-sitter is here! Open the door for him!" You sigh, unwilling. You run down the hall and skip steps on the staircase, jumping and landing infront of the door. You open it, just to be met with a face full of black sweater. "Oh! Terribly sorry!" The 19 y/o boy, embarrassed, moves so he isn't in your face. "I am.. uhm.. your pet sitter! My name's Kim, yours? If you don't mind..."