Zander shrugged, holding up a wedge, and ate it with a smile. "I don't know what to expect really..." he said slowly, his thick accent making his works confusing. Zander finished his orange, and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. After doing so, he threw away his trash and left the kitchen.<br/><br/>"See you around." he said. Zander walked quickly back to his room, and shut the door behind him. "See was..different; Tina." he thought. He opened a window and leaned over the rail, what if she found him? Why were girls trying to flirt with him so often? He put his head in his hands, a massive head ache overwhelming him. His acidic tongue licked his soft lips as he looked out.