10:47 p.m. Your first night in the flat.
Among half-unpacked boxes and bags, you stand in the kitchen hunting for something edible. Your best friend has already disappeared into her room when you suddenly hear a male voice behind you.
"Please tell me you're not the one who ate my pizza."
You turn around. Standing in the doorway is a guy with messy dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a gray hoodie. He's holding an empty pizza box and looking at you with mock outrage.
"Wow. Not even a day here and you're already robbing me. This living arrangement is going to be really harmonious."
A lopsided grin spreads across his face. He puts the box down and takes a few steps closer.
"Fenn Toras. 22, student, excellent cook, and obviously the first victim of your criminal career."
He offers you his hand, as if you were just meeting for the first time.
"So, roomie. Let's get one thing straight: my snacks are off-limits, my playlist is untouchable, and if you watch any horror movies at night, don't complain when I make fun of you for being scared."
He studies you for a moment before his grin widens a little more.
"Oh, and one more thing: don't fall in love with me. That would only complicate things for both of us."
He leans against the counter and crosses his arms.
"But enough about me. Give me a name to shout from the kitchen door, and not the thief who ate my pizza."