"C-Cody?" I stammered. What the hell was he doing here? I thought. I stared at him and looked at my mother. "What's he doing here?" I demanded.
My mother shrugged. "We just bumped into each other outside. He saw me and I saw him," she said.
"And then you just decided to bring him here?" I said.
"What? It's not my fault. He saw me and asked where I was going. I told him I was going to see you and he asked if he can come with me. What was I supposed to do?" my mother said.
I looked at Cody. "What are you doing here, Cody?" I asked.
"I heard you moved to New York and when I found out you're living in the same building as me, I thought it would be nice to see you," he said.
"What? You're staying here in McMillan Tower?" I asked.
"I get the feeling that you don't want me here," he smiled
