<strong>Derek / Charlotte</strong><br/><br/>"Finally." Derek sighed loudly as Charlotte marched, even before turning to look at her. He reached in front of the wall and slammed his window open. "Hi. Now that people finally realize that there's a random dude who showed up and rearranged a whole room. Personally, I would've checked who just walked in my place, but. Guess you americans are more relaxed with that kind of stuff. I'm sorry about the smoke, noise didn't seem to catch anyone's attention when I asked if anyone was around. The name's Derek, nice to meet ya." His thick canadian accent was very noticable, but his english was good. He put the bong down on the desk and got up, brushing his clean white button-down shirt down and turned to face her and extend a hand kindly.<br/><br/>"Honestly, I would've at least shut my door, cracked the window open and used a filter if it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to barge in someone's conversations." He added with an apologetic smile. He quickly looked at the person standing in front of him, reminding himself to do that earlier realizing that not only was it a girl, she was kinda cute. It didn't change his expression or his posture, but he could tell she might not enjoy company just yet.