Hey, Roommate|Eric and Lenny
A combination of natural light from the window and warm tones from a single lamp illuminated Eric as he sat hunched over at the small wooden desk positioned in the far corner of his dorm room. One of his elbows rested on the tabletop, his hand propping up his tired head, while the other hand held a pen tapping rhythmically against the notebook he was currently writing in. He was dressed comfortably in pajama pants and a sweater bearing the school’s crest, not bothering to put any more effort into what he wore since he hadn’t planned on leaving the dorm until at least the next hour or so.
The dorm room itself was fairly sparse as far as decor goes, seeing as Eric had only recently been accepted and moved into the school. Within his short time of living here, however, he had tried to make the room feel cozy, feel like his--a Star Wars calendar was hung on the wall, a small flower from his family farm sat by the window, a picture of his friends from Quebec stood on his nightstand, comfortably worn sheets draped his twin bed, and a small Canadian flag was tucked in a jar of writing utensils that sat on the desk. The other half of the room, however, was completely bare--no posters or pictures adorned the walls, no personal knickknacks littered the area, the sheets on the bed were neatly made and unwrinkled. It was just empty and waiting.
Eric remained in his position at the desk for a while, the sky outside already beginning to fade to a deep orange-y purple. He didn’t look up from his work until he heard the door click as the handle was turned to open it. He usually left the door unlocked when he wasn’t sleeping, so he figured it could be anyone he knew to walk through the door. He was surprised to find an unfamiliar face standing in the doorway looking back at him.