A scatter-brained genius, that’s what a lot of people referred to Gray as; especially when it came to school. Somehow and in some miraculous way, he would get his homework done and pass all of his tests making him a straight A student. Little did the world know that Monica was the gift that kept him on track. ‘Gray you need to finish this’ and ‘You can do that when you’re done with blank’; she was one of the few individuals he would actually listen to and it was because he held her to such a high importance that what she said would be something he’d actually listen to and take into account.

“Thanks!” He said in a bright and cheery attitude as he tightened his grip on the box in his arms. When he said her  name he paused for a second; nah. “I’m Gray, been here all my life.” He said with a nod as he attempted to try and look at her over the large amount of papers and folders but to no luck.  Sure maybe not [i]here[/i] in the apartment but in the city all of his life. But there was no reason to get specific with someone he didn’t know. “Office work, gotta love it when you have to take it home.” A chuckle rose and fell his shoulders, “I’ll give you some advice since you’re new. One, Mister Anderson is weird, he’s in on third floor in room three, don’t talk to him if you can avoid it. And if Mrs. Hammerstain finds out your room number; she’s the old lady with the black curly hair and always carrying her chiwawa, she’ll be at your door every Saturday at 2pm asking for sugar. I’m still not sure why but she does it to everyone she knows the room number of. Oh and the guy on 6th floor in room 12 is really loud and quite the jerk so most of us just grin and bear it.”