"Hey buddy, we're here."<br/><br/>Hector had felt the change in momentum of the car, but the driver's words pulled him out of his sleep. Naturally he'd had taken an EMT shift on the last day before his vacation, and his exhaustion had carried through a a few drives and flights. He was just glad the worst of it had been some broken bones. Some more traumatic incidents could stay with him for days, and it wasn't what he needed right now. He stretched, and peeked out the window of the car. "Damn."<br/><br/>While Hector had seen a few pictures of the house, it was entirely different seeing it in person. His family had never been well off, and though they weren't starving, they did sacrifice space in the home for other more necessary things. Up until this point in his life, the largest house he'd stayed in had belonged to his college roommate. He tilted his head slightly, then chuckled. The pattern he'd mentioned to John held up. Nice houses just had to have huge windows. It had been a joke about showing off what was inside, but as Hector looked around he could understand why this house specifically had such large windows. He'd clearly missed some nice scenery on the drive up. "Yeah I can see why you'd want a good view of all this."<br/><br/>Thanking the driver, he grabbed his bags and walked up to the house. He was glad he'd changed at the airport. A t-shit and joggers were great for sleeping on a plane, but this house asked for pants and a short-sleeve button up when you showed up. At least.<br/><br/>It seemed a few people had showed up before him as there was a small group gathered in the foyer. "What's up everybody? I'm Hector," he said as he set down his bags. He made a quick round of shaking hands and getting the name of everyone gathered there. "It's gonna be real fun getting to know y'all but if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go drop off my bags in the room." As he picked up his bags once more and walked down the hall he called over his shoulder, "Actually, I'll probably change too. Y'all see that pool out there?"<br/><br/>From what he remembered of the paper buried at the bottom of his backpack, he was in the first room. His roommate's name was Reanna, and Hector still wasn't entirely certain there wasn't some sort of mix-up. Sure they weren't high school kids, but sharing a room with someone of the opposite sex was sure to create some awkward situations. But seeing as these things went, that could likely be the whole point. He could at least hope they'd honored the answers to the roommate question.<br/><br/>Still, there was no use worrying. Ideally he'd be spending very little time in there anyway... unless she was hot of course. There was a small twist in his stomach as he imagined how uncomfortable it could get being attracted to his roommate. No, best not to worry. He dropped his bags on a bed, there didn't seem to be anything designating one or another as his. In a few minutes he was back in the foyer having changed into red trunks, still wearing the same white shirt he'd walked in wearing.<br/><br/>"Kinda quiet in here, isn't it?" Of course everyone was still getting to know each other so the awkward silence was natural. In this big house though, the silence felt heavy.