A muscular young man with a particularly defined posterior from years of doing squats stocking groceries at his parents’ store on most afternoons. His face was nothing to scoff at either. Mr B was quite the specimen!

The college flew him in on a private jet on the day before the date of his Intake Exam. Whatever that was! He didn’t have time to read the lengthy description. He figured he will do what he always does & just wing it!

He was encouraged by the wait staff on the flight to enjoy a hearty meal as he may not get another chance for a while. Assuming they meant because he will be busy with his coursework and classes. Not to mention he doesn’t know how to cook much beyond ramen from a packet.

Upon landing he was greeted by a driver who took his luggage and shuffled him into his chariot. He felt a little bit like a celebrity. He had written a powerful essay with his own pastor’s guidance. That must have been what did it!

Whenever they arrived there was a woman waiting to give him a tour. They crossed the campus grounds. Noting important areas he would likely see a lot of in the days to come. Ending at the Dean’s home where he was invited to have dinner before going back to his dorm to unpack. Dinner with the Dean! He was certain he had it made it to easy street thanks to pastor D.

He was enjoying another lavish meal with the Dean and her husband. She was remarkably beautiful and her husband was attractive enough— though oddly quiet. Almost clipped. He only spoke when spoken to. Even then his answers were short and concise. Never offering more context or detail without further prompting. B assumed the fellow might be a bit socially awkward and the queues from the Dean helped.

Boy does he have some things to learn!