Idris was the type of person you wanted to be around. From the little I knew about him so far, based on body language and what he has said, he's someone who knows himself well, but he's humble and won't brag. He's the type of person who bases stuff on past experiences, past… pains.

He's adorable too. His hair was a pleasant blonde with darker highlights. He has the most beautiful hazel eyes. They're big and soul, looking up at you innocently.

But Idris and I were walking now, taking sips of our coffee when the other talked. We walked to nowhere in particular, we just wandered about like lost ducklings.

"So, Idris, what are your hobbies?"

He stopped walking for a moment, causing myself to a stop, to be polite. He resumed walking (and I followed) as he spoke to me, "I'm a saxophonist. I write. And digital art…"

"Me too!" I smile. "Art, I mean. I do traditional."

"Perhaps we can do a collaboration one day."

"Maybe."

Idris blinked his beautifully made green eyes.

"So, Brandon, would you like to come over to my place?" His sweet, endearing voice was the best thing I have ever heard, honestly.

"I would love to," I replied, smiling brightly.

"Follow me," he murmured, starting to sprint to the same apartment building I lived in. Now, this is great!

We walked inside together, and I was tempted to grasp his hand despite the fact we only met half an hour ago, at a coffee shop. He was just so... perfect. Not once in my life would I have thought to use a word like that on a human being, until now.

Idris whisked me away into the elevator. Yes, the most awkward of places. I glanced at the floor as he punched in the floor number 3. During the ride, I smiled at him, locking my eyes into his. Where had he been all my life? I never knew moving to Canada would reverse my depression.

The elevator finally stopped and we climbed out. Doors. I wish my door was on this floor, so I could just take a step and I would be able to cuddle this adorable little-- urghhh. My emotions, whatever happened to dark and cold Brandon?

Idris led me to one of the doors. He opened it and tittered. "So. This is where I live. Don't mind the mess."

What mess was he talking about? The apartment looked like any other apartment you would want to walk into. Books were neatly placed on the shelves as if an actual librarian had put them on there. Stools aligned the marble counter perfectly. Everything on the nightstand was near perfect. The carpet looked clean. The only "messy" part was his bed, blankets and pillows tossed everywhere.

I looked over the room another time, my eyes falling on a cage, where a few rustles came, as if a stirring beast was inside. "Oh, that's just my rat."

"Rat?" I lifted a brow. I didn't hate rodents, but I didn't like them either.

"Yeah. She's a sweetie." Idris took off his shoes and set them beside the door. I did the same, trying not to be rude, as he scurried over to the cage. He opened the door carefully and stuck his hands inside. When he took them back out, a black furry object laid in his hands, climbing up his arm and onto his shoulder.

"Awe." I walked over and looked down at Idris and his rat. "What's her name?"

"Sache."

"I haven't heard that one before," I say, lifting my hand up slowly to see if Sache would sniff me or whatever.

"I like exotic names." The rat sniffed me and looked at Idris. "This is Brandon. He is a good guy."

I chuckled softly. The rat retreated back to Idris' shoulder. He lifted Sache and put her back in her little home. I sighed happily.