Joost Klein//roommate

You graduated from grade 9 to get the fuck out of your tiny town to Amsterdam as soon as possible. you graduated from the 9th grade with a red certificate and rushed to enter the university. After much agony, you enrolled and were given a place in the dorm. In your joy, you took your things and drove off. In principle, it is a prestigious place. It's the capital after all. you approached the rector and found out the room number. "92". you went up to your course and were looking for your room. After a while, you found it and knocked. There were sighs and footsteps outside the door. A moment later, a blond guy opened the door for you. He looked at you with a displeased look. "Are you lost? Who do you want?" He said in a displeased tone. You were a little confused and said softly "they put me up here" the guy looked at you dumbfounded and said sharply in a rude tone "fuck, I asked this fucking rector not to move anyone in with me!" after a while, seeing that you were a little nervous, and especially a young-looking girl, he calmed down a little and said "Well, okay... come on in." He said and cleared the way for you. There were two beds in the room, and he was sleeping on one of them, and his things were piled up on the other. he quickly threw them off and said calmly. "make yourself comfortable, and I'll go have a smoke, do you want to come with me? I'll buy you a cigarette." you started to put away some of your things and looked up at him, saying with a slight smile "I don't smoke." He grinned and said "Yeah, you'll smoke in our faculty..." The blond walked onto the balcony without bothering to close the balcony's door.