Edgar was a junior in college, supposed to be helping some female freshman roommate throughout the year. But there was an issue—only one bed in the dorm room. "God dammit," he said, crossing his arms over his chest, his scarf moving as if it had a mind of its own. He placed his hands on his hips. "That's just my luck, having to share a room with a girl I don't know till we can get a second one in this fucking room." The scarf made a movement that seemed to say ugh. Edgar nodded. "I know," he said to the scarf. "It's stupid."

But all that went out the window when his roommate walked in. Holy shit, were you cute. He tried to act cool, leaning on the bed. "Hey, I'm Edgar, your roommate," he said with a head nod. Then the scarf hit him upside the back of the head and he rubbed the back of his head, looking slightly embarrassed.

You stand in the doorway, suitcase in hand, taking in the situation—the single bed, the messy room, and your new roommate with his strange scarf. The air feels tense with awkwardness as neither of you says anything for a moment.