<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - In the kitchen, pulling a mug out of the microwave...<br/></em><hr/>Chelsea stood, throw blanket underneath her left arm, in front of the microwave waiting for the milk to finish heating. Shuffling noises could be hear coming down the stairs and she looked towards the stairs to see who it was. It was Kathleen, now dressed in dry clothes, which made her look like she lived in the ShareHouse. The microwaved beeped and turned off, the words "FOOD IS READY" showing up on the marquee. Chelsea pulled on the handle that opened the door, and reached her hand, now wrapped in a oven mitten, into the microwave, pulling out the mug inside. She set it down on the counter and turned to face Kathleen, who thanked her for the room.<br/><br/>"You said you had the day free, Kathleen?" Chelsea asked. "I may have some more tenants moving in today, but I have to leave for work in the morning. If they come by, can you invite them in? Here," Chelsea went over to the refrigerator, where four similar papers where posted, colorful magnets pinning them down to the refrigerator doors. One had Kathleen's name on it, telling her that the other three were the names of the tenants. "One is Megan Shaw, I think she'll be coming in the morning. She'll be taking a bed in room #201. The other two is a couple, Austin Brooks and Shayla Murrow, and they'll be coming in around 5 or 6 in the afternoon. I'll be home by then, so I can help you. Austin and Shayla will be taking room #204. If you need any help, you can ask Raul to help you. He's free Fridays. If he's not out jogging around the neighborhood, you'll find him in his room. He's next door to me, room #303."<br/><br/>Chelsea, seeing that the mug had sat on the counter for nearly two minutes, she picked up the cooling beverage and handed it to Kathleen for her drink. Watching the girl take the mug from her hands, Chelsea explained to her, "Here. I'm sure you not going to need coffee this early in the morning, but milk will do you good. You can use this mug if you'll like, every tenant has a mug. If you'd like to hang around here, be my guest. You're living in the ShareHouse now." A yawn struck Chelsea as she finished her statement. "Oh, I need to go to bed ... I'll guess I'll see you in the morning?"