As Alex walked out of the building, a teenager in a black shirt approached him and asked, "Excuse me, where’s the registrar’s office?"
The boy was very handsome. His hands were tucked into his trouser pockets and he was carrying a backpack. He had a listless look on his face. His eyes were glazed over, and his body curled like a bean sprout. He looked like he was too tired to be here.
Alex pointed to the building and said, "Turn right at the lobby on the first floor and you’ll see it."
"Oh, thank you," the teenager replied dully. Still looking drowsy, he walked slowly into the building.
Weird. He reminds me of a sloth. Alex shook his head and smiled. He didn’t think much of the encounter and walked towards the dormitory.
Because many students lived downtown, not many people were in li
