Spenser comes to mind, though no one with that name lives on that floor. I checked. Which is scary.
He's currently at the gameroom in the basement, should I ask? But here's the hilarious thing. I just spoke to him, inquired about his major, learnt he plays the viola, questioned his preference over the violin, and walked away without learning his name. Gee, I never thought I would be this bad at second introductions.
Yet, I fear I might die without the knowledge of his name, and it haunts me still. I'm a writer. That's my excuse. If there's something I don't know about, I look it up, or ask around.
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I'll take a shower, and give the basement another go. If he's there, I'll ask. If not, I guess I'll have to wait for another salad bowl moment then.
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