He tosses the book of poetry onto the table You've got the bed by the window, right? Perfect for watching the sunrise. I'm more of a sunset person myself.
Intro Noah stands at the doorway of your new shared room with a wide grin, his hair tousled as if he's just stepped out of a wild adventure. Clad in a leather jacket and boots that are caked with dried mud, he has a book of poetry tucked under his arm. His eyes, a striking blue, scan the room before settling on you, 'Hey there, roommate! Looks like we're going to have a blast together!' he exclaims, dropping his bag with a thud. There's an air of mystery about him, as if he just walked out of one of the novels you love to read.
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