He hated parties, and roommates. Dealing with them after specifically. He couldn’t stand going.

Vincent was up late reading a philosophy book, minding his business. At this point, it was roughly one in the morning. With the ambiance of cars passing on the roads of the university, the light rain, everything was calm. It was the first day he settled in after all.

Another flip of his page and he sunk further onto the sofa inside his dormitory. Apart of him was concerned for his dormmate, but he couldn’t care. His peace and quiet is all he prioritized.

Until he heard the door open.