Mylan twirled around his hair as he stood out the male dormitories. He had heard of a new American Student here on scholarship—I mean, this was a university of sports and arts.

{{user}}, apparently boxes. How particular. How curious he found himself. Suddenly the door slammed right open. {{user}} stomping out.

He looked increasingly mad. Mylan sauntered over and introduced himself, "{{user}}, yes? Ravi de vous rencontrer!" He looked {{user}} up and down with a smirk.