Ariel shook Mike's hand in a warm, but professional manner; more out of habit than with any thought behind it.  She brought the phone number back up that she'd just called and hung up on and prepared to call again and actually place an order this time after Mike confirmed that he was all right.<br/><br/>"Oh, I think I probably stole a thing of string cheese from you then.  I'll pay you back when I get to the store, if that's cool," she commented casually. Then he asked about her drink and with a smirk in reply to "if there was any alcohol in it", she offered it to him to taste or smell, which ever he wanted.<br/><br/>Her attention was caught by a movement out of the corner of her eye.<em>Had that just been a male body in scrubs disappear down the hall?</em>She leaned over the edge of the couch to see if she could get a better view, but she could no longer see anyone.  A whimsical shrug was given to Mike as she commented, "Think someone else is home."<br/><br/>It registered as odd that she was all ready considering this home.  She'd been inside for only a few hours, and actually sitting down, not unpacking, for possibly five minutes.  It felt safe though.  The interior was well decorated; the bedrooms and kitchen spacious; and the bathrooms clean.  Once again she was reminded of how pleased she was that she'd been able to find it.<br/><br/>"How long have you lived here, Mike?  The landlord just said that I'd have housemates.  I'm not sure how many or if you've all been here a while."  she heard the water turn on in one of the bathrooms and assumed the person who'd just arrived was cleaning up.<br/><br/>When the conversation lulled, she took the opportunity to order her sub and asked Mike once more if he wanted anything before confirming the order and hanging up.  It was about then that the cute, tall guy with glasses came back.  She could tell he was shy even before his meek hello by the way he stopped in the hall and leaned against the arch way.<br/><br/>"Hey," she said as warmly as possible and gave him the best smile she had, the same one she'd given Mike when she'd first met him.<br/><br/>The red-head nodded as Mike introduced her.  She wasn't so formal to offer her last name; not to people she was going to be living with.<br/><br/>"Speak for yourself," she said flirtingly after Mike promised that they didn't bite.  "Have you eaten?"  She asked the be-speckled before he could give her his name.  "Just ordered from Blimpie's (hopefully they have those in New York) and could add to it if you haven't,"  she added in a friendly manner.<br/><br/>Ariel stood and followed Mike to the kitchen.  She had her own drink but, in her experience, the kitchen always seemed to be the focal point of social gatherings.  The under-grad watched as Mike made the drinks teasing if he skimped on the liquor in a lighthearted way or complimenting him if the drinks looked on the strong side.<br/><br/>A thin eyebrow quirked upward when Mike brought up Truth or Dare and she laughed lightly.  "I didn't get the memo," she joked.  Then something dawned on her, "am I the only female roomie?"  That could affect how willing she was to participate.  Or, at the very least, how many dares she'd accept from the guys.  Deciding she was willing to trust them, "sure, sounds fun."