But the best part of the view was the girl in the window. I'll get to her later.First, I should introduce my flatmates. There were six of us in the fl...at, and they're pretty important to the story of my time at university.The first to greet me was Emily, a short (maybe 5'2") Biochemistry student with dirty-blonde hair, B-cups, and a really cute face. I remember her outfit the day we moved in: A white t-shirt that didn't really hide her polkadot bra and a pair of blue skinny jeans that hugged her. Statistics like this weighed heavily on his mind. He had graduated Stanfordwith a B.S. in statistics, and a minor in finance. Statistics were always inhis head. It wasn't a curse, more of a blessing. He was a major up and comerat the firm, as a broker. Several of the portfolios he managed were among company'slargest. All of his portfolios owed at least 30% of their value to his shrewdstatistical mind, and recently the firm's absolute largest account had askedspecifically to be put under his. Now, she was staring at the men Tina had just killed, speechless. Tina stepped up to the surviving attacker, lifted his head by the hair, and shoved her knife up under his chin, though his tongue and into his brain.As his body fell to the ground, Tina stood aside, and muttered under her breath, before flicking the blood and flesh from her knife's blade, leaving it clean and shiny. She bent over, pulled up her pant leg, and slid the now-clean blade into its scabbard. She straightened, and took a. One day I had a leak under my sink and I didn't know how to turn it off.I saw Charlies car so I went over and asked him if he could help.He came right over and shut it off.He looked to see what was leaking and told me he could fix it the next day and save me from calling a plumber.I thanked him and agreed to let him.The next day he was there bright and early.He fixed the pipe but when I tried to pay him he refused to take anything.You all know where this is going right.I insisted that I had to.