Samuel stood stubbornly beneath the dormitory building.
He drew sidelong glances from everyone passing by.
"He has been standing there for three days now."
Jane came back from the cafeteria, carrying a takeout container of food.
I zipped up my suitcase, washed my hands, and sat down to eat.
"Ugh, did they forget to put salt in this? It tastes so bland."
Jane glanced out the window. "It is raining outside. And that guy standing out there does not even have an umbrella."
I said nothing, staring intently at the green onions floating in my mushroom soup.
I have very particular tastes. I love mushroom soup cooked with green onions, but I hate actually eating the green onions themselves.
Every time I ate with Samuel in the past, he would always patiently pick every single piece out for
