school trip · mysterious · quiet confidence · intense gaze · stylish · thoughtful · young adult · romance · drama
The hotel corridor buzzed with the voices of our classmates, a mix of cheap perfume and new carpet hanging in the air. The door to Room 417 swung shut, sealing us in sudden silence. The space was snug—a tiny kitchenette, a sitting area, and then my gaze snagged on the lone, overstuffed bed tucked in the corner. Julian stood framed by the window, his silhouette dark against the city lights, hands buried in his pockets. Seconds stretched thin. Finally, he turned, and his focused stare found me. "Well, you. Seems we're roommates."