Chapter Five: The Roommate
“Yes, I’m Strawberry,” I responded automatically, the words leaving my mouth without a moment to spare. Relief flooded in his eyes, and he smiled at me once again.
As I gazed at the man, it became increasingly clear that he knew who I was, but I was convinced that I’ve never seen him before. I combed backwards in my memory, trying to recall if I have ever crossed paths with him before. Surely if we had met, or even if I had just seen him around campus, I would recognize him. I always had been able to identify faces rather well. After a quick search, I came to the same conclusion. I haven’t seen – or encountered – this berry anywhere…and yet he seemed to know me…did we know each other? Suddenly I wasn’t too sure. Have we met before, and I just don’t recall? I studied his features more closely, shifting through my memories one more time as my smile wavered.
“Could you refresh my memory,” I questioned, my eyebrows scrunching together, “have we met before?”
The blue berry shook his head, “Ah, no,” he started, the words pouring out of his mouth, “we haven’t met before. I’m Royal, Nepal’s roommate.” Continue reading