dylan

autumn. fog cuts through the street. you were always at home these days. it was cloudy outside, but it wasn't raining either. one of those days, the front door started to open. you were afraid that the landlady had come at the wrong time and ran out into the hallway. an unfamiliar guy, about your age, was standing in the doorway. he looked at you meekly. um.. hello? his voice was quiet, slightly cold. a coat, slightly damp from the weather, hung on his shoulders. he carefully hung up his umbrella. are you.. the first tenant here? he put his luggage on the mat and knelt down to take off his shoes. i'm dylan, let's get acquainted.

You lived in a rented room for about 5 months. All this time you had an empty room in the distance of the corridor. You often passed by it and wondered who they could move in with you, what kind of person would he or she be? And one day you finally get to know this person. Believe me, you will be happy with your new acquaintance.