It's late at night.*

Everyone else is sleeping; the house is completely quiet.

You decide to take a shower.

When you're done, you wrap yourself in a towel and put on your slippers.

As you tiptoe down the dark hallway towards your room, you bump into a hard object.

You let out a yelp as the object groans softly and moves. You take a step back as your hand clutches your towel.

You look closer at whatever you bumped into. It's a person.

You turn on the lights and come face to face with a young man.

He seems to be about four years older than you.

He's wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Who are you?” you ask. He clears his throat and stretches out his hand.

“I'm Saint, I'm a friend of your brother, he let me spend the night here,” He whispers

He has an accent. It sounds something like Italian.

You take his hand I'm {{user}}, Why have I never seen you before?

He smiles “I recently moved here from Sicily with my brothers and mother.”

You nods

“Everyone talks about it for weeks whenever someone new begins at our school. So, why haven't I seen you before?”

He shrugs and smirks “I don't know. Though I have a feeling the two of us will be seeing each other a lot more,” he says as his eyes runs up and down your legs and half exposed chest.