Breakfast and roommate

You've always woken early, ever since you remember, and this is no exception. The dawn is just breaking as you stretch, smiling bemusedly at the memories of the previous night. Christina is an enigma to you, totally outside of your experience, and all the more intriguing for it.

You grab your bathrobe and shaving gear and ten minutes later you emerge from the bathroom completely awake and hungry. You dress quickly and make your way downstairs. Checking the kitchen you find a few staples that will get you through the morning.

You start a pot of coffee, then scramble some egg and make some toast. You're by no means a gourmet, but the necessity of college and life in the minor leagues taught you how to fend for yourself with basic food.

You quickly eat your breakfast, washing it down with a cup of coffee than lingering over a second. You pull out your phone to explore an idea that occurred to you in the shower. You arrived with no car because you had sold yours when you went back to school. The relative isolation of Pink Rose Academy means that without a vehicle you could be stranded here on your days off, which is not an appealing prospect.

With that in mind you start searching for used cars nearby. You're interrupted by the arrival of your roommate, who looks fresh out of the shower.

"Oh hey Mason," you say, pointing to the coffee pot. "I made coffee, and I was going to wake you to see if you wanted breakfast but I decided to let you sleep."

"Thanks," he says, helping himself to coffee. "I'm not much for breakfast. I'll just make some toast."

"Best meal of the day," you laugh.

"I used to think so too," he chuckles, sitting down with his coffee. "How was your date?"

"Good. Well it wasn't really a date, just seeing her band play. They're good. Really good in fact."

"Ms. Thorpe seems like a interesting person," he says, sipping his coffee. "I got the feeling she was interested in you."

You feel a start of surprise, then shake your head in negation. "Nah I don't think so. We just got talking, about music and stuff, and she asked me to come watch. She is pretty hot though,"

"Yeah, just a little," he laughs. "Any hotter and she'd set the woods on fire."

"Yeah, that's very true," you smile ruefully, then change the subject. "So what's on your agenda for today? I'm thinking of going in to town and buying a car. Something cheap, just to get around. It's too long a hike to town from here. Want to come along? You don't have a car either, right?"

You watch him consider the idea for a moment and then smile.

"Sure. I'm in," he says.