"You eating anything on turkey day."

He started typing, and then erased it.

"hows the turkey."

He again wrote and then deleted. 

"Howz it going?"

For some reason or another he stuck with that one. He liked it plain and simple balls in her court he thought. 
He thought about saying something about the...

He got back to the dorm. Scanning in the back door, he wanted nothing more than to go straight to his room. There were times where a night like this would mean a few tall boys and a good time. 

But tonight he just wanted to be alone. 

The hallway...

It felt to him briefly like when he was a kid looking out the back window. 

His parents were in front talking taking him some where he didn't know. All he did know that they knew what they were doing. He felt safe. He felt like they were always in...

The quietness was nice in the morning. Then he went off campus to his favorite cafe. There there was all the seats he could ever want. 

Even the one by the window. So he sat there. Reading his book. This book he had chose for an essay last year. For...

He had to practice this. It didn’t come natural. He was good with faces he used to tell people names seemed to fall out of his head quickly. 

But they stressed it always in the training. Most people didn’t do this. In normal life. He felt like he was trained...

There were only a few guys now on the floor. At the peak still a week off there would be around 96 guys on his floor. 

Now it was just 15 international students. Slowly trickling in from different southeast Asian countries. 

During the day he didn’t see many people but...

"The halls got lonely." Howard said this out loud, just to hear someone else. 

There was just him most days for the past week. The cleaners sometimes, and a few guys installing new beds in this room and other things in that. 

Today was especially quiet. They didn't have training,...

The meal plan was one of the only reasons he was doing the job. It was chill too he got his own room out of it. He told his old friends at a party. 

"Dude you should throw like some sick party there."

"Imagine, like one room to rule them all,...

His job was simple enough. "Be a good friend" essentially he'd tell his family back at home. "I help the local people adapt to international kids, and the international kids adapt to the locals." But it was all consuming, there were weekly meetings, and get togethers. He organized some otehrs...

There was a slight breeze. Howards skin still had the feel like it was summer. Almost hot from the sun earlier the breeze felt nice. 

"You know what you're gunna do?" Chuck asked, taking a drag from his cigarette. 

"Not a clue man, I think. I uh I'll probably uh...