Before Mike could hand Megan a drink, she excused herself. He simply shrugged and left a glass on the kitchen table. He sipped his drink once more and continued with conversation. "Two paramedics in the house? I sure hope we won't need your knowledge, especially in my head" Mike casually laughed and continued: "So A&F huh? Is it true what I heard? That they only hire models?" He made another sip and made a half smile wondering if she understood the comment as he meant it or she thought he only wanted to compliment her. Some time ago he heard that in the store, where you truly cannot see any bad looking employee, they don't give an ad out "looking for a cashier" but they rather put out an ad for a model since that's how they can hire only beautiful people.<br/><br/>Seeing Ariel and Derrick left the kitchen in a style of an old movies, Mike couldn't help but to flash a contented smile. For him, a romantic move like that, represented just as much admiration as bringing your loved one their favorite flower.<em>I wish someone would bring me a flower sometime</em>, he thought. He never had a real boyfriend and frankly, having someone to lie next to him every night, snuggle with him on the couch, have a night walk and more would make him really happy.<br/><br/><em>I like this guy</em>, went through Mike's mind when watching a newcomer who seemed to be a business man, yet knew how to be goofy. His joke didn't impress him but his clothes and appearance sure did. His smile was perfect, which caught Mike off guard for a bit, before he managed to introduce himself as Mike. Marc kept impressing him with the way he poured the whiskey on the ice and at that moment Mike felt it won't be hard to get along with Marc.<br/><br/>He made a short toast towards Marc and drank up the rest of his gin and tonic. Most of the people left the kitchen and had a nice chat in the living room which seemed like a perfect opportunity for Mike to serve a special champagne. Veuve was the best champagne he ever tasted it and the occasion seemed appropriate. Mike found an oval shaped shiny silver tray, placed tall glasses on it and took it to the living room with a mystery smile on his lips. He realised a smile was hardly needed but perhaps it was him trying to cover his nervousness. He glanced around and came back to the living room with a bottle of champagne, perfectly chilled. Positioning himself the way everyone could see him, he took a grand pose. He slowly removed the foil and wire cage and just after a couple of seconds cork flew across the room. Mike quickly filled the glasses and put the empty bottle on a table while he took the glass closest to him and raised it.<br/><br/>He looked each and one of them while he made a toast: "To us all! To the best housemates we could have, I hope!" He laughed and continued: "Joke on the side, let this night be the start of something amazing for all of us!" Mike paused for a second for a dramatic pause and finished: "Cheers!"<br/><br/>After he sipped the champagne, he looked around to see where he should sit and wait whether someone will invite him or not. It was a small gesture but as a true psychologist-to-be, he knew that kind of gesture can tell him which one of new friends would like his company and perhaps even which one of them not as much.