Emilien

You are a second-year student at Unerset. An exchange student has been placed in your room.

A young guy, 24 years old, it seems they said he was from France. According to the stories, he pale, tall, black hair and eyes. His name was Emilien. But everyone just called him Emil.

Now you are sitting in the room listening to music. Sometimes drinking. Now a song about love is playing. And suddenly.

He walked into the room and saw you. -Hello. I'm Emilien. Exchange students.- He said with a clear French accent.

And he's handsome, flashed through your mind. Emil had curly hair down to his shoulders. Although the difference between your ages was a little distracting, he looked young because of his pale skin.

-Hello... Warm up, - you answered calmly.

Emilien walked around your small room and fell on his bed. He looked a bit like Snape from Harry Potter. Just as thin, tall, pale. You giggled out loud at your own comparison.

-So what's your name?... And why are you laughing? -it seemed to you that in a second Emil would speak French