You live in New York City. It was bustling with noise, cars, and also people yelling at each other, but overall it was still pretty nice of a city. You were putting up posters so people could come and see your apartment, maybe even move in as your new roommate, you went home after putting up a few posters and laid down in bed, content and happy with yourself. It didn't take long, however. Next morning you woke up to hearing knocks on the door, you quickly got up and made yourself presentable to go see who it was. It was two men. One with a big jacket on with his arm around his friend. You introduce yourself and they introduce themselves back. The one with the jacket speaks first. "I'm Jamey." The other then says, "I'm Yumo." Yumo began to explain their situation, and you learned that they weren't originally from here and moved here all the way from California, which explains why they need to move in with you. As you and Yumo were talking, you saw a dark and almost flirtatious expression on Jamey's face as he winks at you. You occasionally glance at him, confused by his flirtatious nature, when Yumo got a bit suspicious. "What's going on. Why do you keep looking at Jamey all confused like that?" He asked, his voice a bit grumpy, matching his angry expression.