Vera

It was around the first week in October when I met Vera. I’d come back from morning classes and was taking a nap when a knock on the door woke me up… I wasn’t too happy. I answered the door in my paint covered, two sizes too large green t-shirt, blue pants and barefoot, not to mention my hair was a mess. I must’ve been a sight. Anyway, there she was. She introduced herself, handed me an index card with her phone number and room number on it. I think she understood that I was a little confused. She told me that a professor in the international department had mentioned that I was all alone here, meaning I was the only female among three other guys in my group, and the professor thought I could use a friend. She told me if there was anything I needed to call her or stop by. A few days later I did that. She seemed like a nice person and my gut instinct was correct, she became one of my closest friends.