Ambrose Caelum. He's been your best friend since childhood but you cut contact when you both when to different secondary schools. He went to study music and you went to study art. He stares at the board, finding his dorm room and name of his dormmate only to find your name. His eyes widen slightly and as he turns to see you staring at him. He looks down at you, analysing you. You look different to when you last met.

You're still short.

He gets straight to the point in what he's thinking.