Someone couldn't help but laugh, "Samuel Hoffman, before you say that, you should pat the fat on your belly, you're almost failing the monthly test, and you're still dreaming about these things."
"What's wrong with having some fat? Is that fat? That's my blessing!" Samuel Hoffman argued indignantly.
Everyone was amused by his response.
As night deepened, the outside was eerily quiet, the only exception being a glaring illumination light still on atop the building.
Jay Brown, resting on his arms, had a distant look in his eyes.
Based on the stories of his roommate's dramatic life and the combat videos he'd seen, he began to visualize a bright, cheerful girl who loved to smile and play cute.
But no matter how vivid the image in his mind, it was still just his own fantasy.
He grew more and more curious about what the real Hannah was like.
The topic in the dorm drifted and somehow ended up on Hannah.
