I dropped my bag out of my right hand and yanked my ID card out of my pocket. I quickly slid it in and out of the slot and turned the handle. I was greeted with the potent smell of musk and cologne. One side of the room was completely barren, with only an undressed bed, an empty desk and a chair. The other side of the room was adorned with bodybuilding posters, a few books, and jockstraps galore. On the bed sat a guy of about 21 years, dark short hair, well-kept stubble. He dressed like every other college jock, in a sweatpants and a cutoff tank top that hung off his muscles and displayed his chiseled obliques.
It wasn't until he stood up that I noticed his size. He towered over me at 6'5", packed with thick beefy muscle. I had always felt pretty big, at 5'10" and a decent build, but as he walked over and stuck out his meaty hand, I couldn't help but feel tiny.
"Hey man, I'm Dominic."
I stuck out my hand and shook his. "Scott. Nice to meet you, man. I'm sorry to hear about your roommate."
It wasn't until he stood up that I noticed his size. He towered over me at 6'5", packed with thick beefy muscle. I had always felt pretty big, at 5'10" and a decent build, but as he walked over and stuck out his meaty hand, I couldn't help but feel tiny.
"Hey man, I'm Dominic."
I stuck out my hand and shook his. "Scott. Nice to meet you, man. I'm sorry to hear about your roommate."