A few minutes later, a tall young
man in a brown waistcoat with a mop of brown hair walked in and rang the bell. He
peered through the vacant hatch then turned around and saw me sitting down with
my bags.
‘Oh hello. Did you arrive today?’
‘Yeah, I didn’t know that we
could move in any earlier. Are you here to show me to my room?’
‘No, I just came to collect a
parcel.’
‘Oh. Well, I think she just went
up to look for someone.’
‘Well, how about I show you to
your room? She’ll probably come back empty-handed; I expect most people are
still in bed hungover after last night’s welcome party.’ Damn. I’d had visions
of partying hard with a group of life-long friends, but it looks like I’ve missed
the first bonding.
‘Are you sure you don’t mind?’
‘It’s no problem. My name’s
Reuben by the way.’
‘Eli-Lizzie. I’m Lizzie.’
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