Grabbing your stuff.

You say bye to your new roommates and grin like a fool while you close the door behind you.

"Hey there," you smile to the cute Asian girl trying to unlock the door to apartment 207. "I guess we're going to be neighbors!"

"Oh, you're moving in with the girls, huh?" she asks, giving you a quick glance.

"Yup, Sara happens to an old school friend. I'll be moving in today," you reply and extend your hand out. "By the way, I'm Mark."

"I'm Lisa," she shakes your hand. "Any way, I have to unpack these groceries. It's good meeting you. I guess I'll see you around."

"See ya," you wave and continue your way to back to your car with an extra kick in your steps at the thought of other beautiful women that could be living in the building. However, your mood sours when you arrive at your old place and buzz the intercom.

"Hello?" a female voice answers.

"It's me," you speak into the intercom. "I've come to grab my stuff."

You wait about five seconds before she buzzes you in. As you take the elevator up to the 12th floor, you feel a knot in your stomach from the mix feelings of excitement of moving into a new place with three hot roommates and the dread of facing your ex-girlfriend again. Hopefully for the last time.

You take a deep breath and knock on the door of what used to be your apartment until a week ago.