Your ex-girlfriend.

The door opens and the blood drains from your face when you see your ex-girlfriend with a smile. You stand there staring at her, not knowing what to say. Memories of your two years with her flashes through your mind -- you remember the first time you laid your eyes on a beautiful brunette at a friend's house party, the first time the two of you had sex, and the last time you made love to her.

"Hi, Mark," Kim breaks the silence.

"Hey, Kim. How are you?" you politely ask, hiding the anger you have for her.

"Good," she replies, brushing her hair over her ear. "Please come on in."

"Are you home alone?" you ask, stepping into your old apartment.

"Brian is out with his buddies," Kim answers, leading you to the second bedroom, which used to be your home office. "So you found a place already?"

"Yeah, a three bedroom place," you answer while looking over the boxes, some of which appear to be Brian's. "Three roommates so the rent is cheap."

"Four people in a three bedroom?" she wonders, standing at the doorway.

"A couple shares the master bedroom," you tell her without revealing that all of your new roommates are drop dead gorgeous young women.

"Do you need help?"

"Um, sure. Thanks. There's some lighter boxes by the corner."

There is another uncomfortable silence as the two of you bring the boxes back to your car. After a couple trips, Kim looks at you nervously when you wait in the lobby for the elevator. She looks down at her feet and mutters, "I just want to tell you something..."

"What is it?" you ask, hoping to avoid any more drama with her.