Marco smiled, glancing at the young man in front of him and then casually looked back at his small cup of coffee as he brought it up to his mouth. He picked up the ink filled black pen and wrote on the lined paper with small, swift letters as he spoke, asking an array of questions. "So, what's your name?" He began, calmly.

The other boy however was not nearly as at ease. Jean felt slightly tense as he tried to make a good first impression. "Jean, Jean Kirschtein." He stuttered

"Oh, French right?"

Jean nodded in approval. It unluckily occurred that Marco was the only student offering an apartment within his budget. And he'd have to share it. He'd have to share it that is if he was accepted entrance. That was still an arising question, though. Since there were probably people offering to pay a lot more. Jean brushed away the thought and continued answering the questions. Marco seemed very kind and simple, the very opposite Jean. But that probably made the interview much easier.

Jean was a negative young person at the best of times. His eyes were always half shut and it difficult to catch his attention. And he'd been told by many people that he lacked a certain quality named 'charisma' or 'charm'. What he seemed like to other people did not matter for the majority of the time. His circle of friends was limited to very little people and he wasn't the best as socializing, just in general.

Marco was a positive young person in the worst of times. Freckles touched his face like stars on the sky and a smile was painted on to his face. In fact it seemed he was too nice for his own good. He was indeed very tall, almost six feet. His mind often wandered from place to place as he became bored.

"What're you takin'?" Marco asked with curiosity.

"I'm studying in the Police Department." Jean replied.

Marco's eyes opened with glee as he responded, "No way! Me too."

Jean smiled in relief, he was sure to chosen as his roommate if they were studying in the same department.

Marco continued speaking, "Okay. So, I'll call you back let you know if we might be able to room together. I have another two people also offering to pay, but honestly, you're my favorite."

Jean blushed, "Oh, thanks."

Marco got Jean's phone number and email address and promised to call back in the next few days after looking over the profiles.

At it'd been decided, Marco would pay 60 percent of the apartment pay but in return the roomie would have to offer occasional help.

The few following days for Jean were a blur. And he was awoken at 5:39 in the morning exactly with a call from Marco Bodt. Tiredly he looked at his phone and sighed. He sat up and put the phone against his ear, "Uh, hello? Marco Bodt?"

"Please, just call me Marco! I've decided and I think I'd like to have you as a roommate?"

Jean laughed in joy, "Oh thank you! You have no idea how much I needed it."

"Yeah don't worry. You're gonna' have to get here by next Monday with all your things ready. Your parents can come uh- help if you want. Here, lemme' give you the address…"

After getting his basic information Marco hung up. The freckled boy rubbed his head in thought, 'Parents.' He sighed. Hopefully he'd made the right decision to pick Jean as partner, hopefully.