Shane
I arrived at my apartment after a very heavy day. The cafeteria was in chaos. I climbed the last steps and saw Austin standing outside my apartment with a cigarette in his mouth. He stared at me, and I got lost in his piercing blue eyes.
“What... what are you doing here?” I stuttered. He kept staring at me as he tossed the cigarette aside.
“Do you want to go to dinner?” he asked, and I frowned. It was official, this man was bipolar.
“I’m sorry, I’ve already bought dinner,” I replied, pointing to the bags in my hands. He looked at me without saying anything.
“It’s Chinese food. We can have dinner here,” I suggested. He looked at me doubtfully, but after a few seconds, he nodded. I smiled, opened the door to my apartment, went inside, and let him in.
He sat on the couch in the sm
