here’s a sneak peek of my wip before i go to bed
Robby had to ask, “Do you live here?”
He’d probably remember seeing this guy around his halls, but with the new semester starting up it was hard to keep track of all the newcomers. Oh God, Robby really hoped he wasn’t a first year.
“Kind of,” He returned those shocking hazel eyes back to Robby and they landed like a fist to the gut, winding him. “I’m transfern’ this semester. I’m actually lookin’ for the RA, Michael Someone. Need to get my keys.”
So not a freshman but still a student, and now one of Robby’s residents. Even more of a reason to ignore the way he needed to focus on keeping his eyes from wandering.
Instead, he tried to amend with, “Well, you found him—and Robby works just fine.”
“Pleasure,” his southern accent was like syrup on the word, “Jack Abbot, MS3. I’d shake your hand but...”
“Right!” Robby cried, realising he’d left Jack standing dumbly with the full stack of his belongings. He clumsily took half the collection from Jack’s arms, only nearly dropping a heavy textbook on their toes. This close, Robby could see the grey flecks in his irises and smell the natural scent of cotton and grass. All things he should not be noticing if he wanted to keep his job and free room.
Once the load was equally shared, Robby declared, “Well, if you want to come with me, I can get you sorted out.”
“Lead the way,” Jack ducked his head into his shoulder, gesturing Robby to climb the stairs first. It reminded him of all the old westerns he and his zaydeh used to watch when he was a kid. The dashing cowboys high on their horses, the beating sun causing a sheen of sweat on their brow, a smudge of dirt on their cheek from the harsh deserts they travelled.
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