Trust me I've been here for 2 years and I've seen alot of stuff happen with the guys and the girls here. If you wanna stay taken by your boyfriend I s...ggest you keep to yourself and ignore everyone here. My first roommate was a french girl named Fleurette. She came to study here and had no desire to go out with anyone. Then one day a guy tried seducing her and she fought back then like a pack of wolves she regretted ever coming here. She moved out and filed charges against the guys. Their all. See, I knew I liked you for a reason. You have a real head on your shoulders, it's a shame that some of the other guys don't see it..." Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, getting a little flustered."Well, some of the guys in the office don't appreciate the fact that you've turned them down. They don't like that, and they're taking it out by calling you a dumb bitch and stuff like that. I told them to stop, and that you were a valuable member of our team. Honestly, I like you, I hope you stay with. ‘What are we doing?’ Dan furrowed his brow in confusion. ‘This, Dan. We met yesterday, and look what’s happened. And what’s about to happen.’ ‘Does that matter? People meet in bars, and on Tinder, and have one night stands all the time.’ He reasoned. ‘We live next door to one another, though. We can’t avoid each other.’ ‘Do you want to avoid me?’ The confusion on his face had turned to hurt. I had known Dan for such a short time, but I already knew that avoiding him was something I didn’t want. When I woke up she was nowhere to be seen. Light was beaming through the basement door and I could smell substitute bacon. I got up and put my clothes on. Racing out to discuss what happened last night.She faced the cooker. Frying bacon. She wore a yellow and white oriental dressing gown that looked of silk. Her hair had somehow curled and fell perfectly. As I got closer she smelled lovely as well. It was like I was in a dream and she were my wife."We got another text last night to stay indoors.