Dante.
Mateo was scared too. He was doing a good job of hiding it, but I could hear his breathing increase when we got to the floor of my dorm room. We were walking slowly. Quietly. Like as though making too much noise in the hallway thirty feet from the room would anger him.
When we got to the door, we both paused. Mateo adjusted the laminated ID card hanging from a thick green rope on his neck. It contrasted nicely with his white shirt. There was no ignoring that bright green.
“Ya ready champ?” He said, trying to sound confident and unbothered, but his voice sounded slightly higher than normal. I really wished he didn't have to do this but I couldn't tell him to turn around now.
“Yeah. Ready.” I didn't have the key to the room. Since I left in a hurry, I didn't think to take it. T
