"Here you go," Leon said placing a plate of toast and fried eggs in front of me. I looked up at him, a smile on my face. My foul mood from yesterday had disappeared when I woke up this morning to feel totally fresh.
Everything that happened after Leon took me to my room was a blur. When I woke up this morning I noticed a small scar on my right hand. I had asked Leon what it was; all he said was that it was from an injection.
"Thank you," I said sincerely, "You did not have to do this." Even though Leon told me what happened last night, I still feel a little cautious. I watched Leon the whole time he said this, trying to see if he was lying but all I could see was sincerity.
"It is totally fine, what are roommates for?"
"Well according to the dictionary a roommate is a person occupying
