You walk into your new apartment smelling the freshly cleaned floors. The open space looks so transformable. Sitting by the window you imagine how you can host parties for friends and how close your college is. Suddenly, while day dreaming, you hear the front door squeak open again. A man with silvery-blonde hair is standing there with a box in hand and jangling keys. He appears just as surprised as you just as he re-checks the keys and door number as you do the same. Both read "311"