You meet all kinds when you rent a room in a student house.
She walked in the door, carrying three cardboard boxes. This slender brunette was in fit and strong, and she had the confidence to show she knew it. Her name was Nancy. You wouldn’t know she was only 18 and a first year college student, because she carried herself with an ease that few women her age have ever known.
Amir doesn’t talk much. He’s a painfully introverted guy who avoids eye contact and conversation, and never comes out to the kitchen without earbuds in and a screen in front of his face. The only time I hear his voice is when he’s playing video games: The occasional “YESS!” or a string of profanity echoes down the hall from his room, depending on how his game is going at the moment.