<div class="floatright">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g9/2C00L4SCH00L/male-model.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xavier Diaz<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom 1<br/><strong>With:</strong>Leda<br/><br/>From the moment Leda had walked in, Xavier had been up. His eyes remained closed as he heard her move across the room. Maybe she would be in and out so his alone time wouldn't be interrupted. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about the girl yet. She was different, a usual trait for a blonde, but that was usually what attracted him to them. Still, with Leda, he couldn't decide if it was good or bad. Xavier preferred to keep himself overly cautious, despite knowing that Leda possessed every curve that could easily stir a fire within his loins. However, he was rooming with the girl now. Sooner or later, he knew he'd eventually have to deal with that fact, and the antics that came with it.<br/><br/>Remembering how he acted by the pool, Xavier felt that maybe it would have been best to apologize to Leda; get a fresh start. She probably thought he was an anti-social freak due to how he wasted no time leaving her alone at the pool. Xavier knew that wouldn't have been a good look for him on the first day. Even if he didn't want to be in such a place, he was there. Things would probably go better for himself if at least acted like he wanted to be there. A task easier said than done as he could feel himself already despising a few of his roommates. Such a cynic, he was, but it was that mentality that helped him survive his days in Harlem. It wasn't something he could easily break. Still, Xavier was in Cali now; had been for the past five years. All being a cynic had gotten him was bad acting gigs and an immense amount of debt. He needed this, so he would have to make the best of it. That meant he would have to start by patching things up with Leda.<br/><br/>Xavier's eyes finally opened. He got a good look of the ceiling before turning on his side to speak to Leda. What he saw, however, was not what he had expected, but maybe he should have from Leda. She was sitting across the room on her bed, her luscious body cold, wet, but, above everything else, exposed. It seemed like every time he saw her, she was showing more skin that the time before. One could question whether or not it was on purpose at this point.<br/><br/>Initially, Xavier was startled, but his gaze did not divert. A polite man would have looked away, but the Latino wasn't easily phased. "Any reason you're naked?" Once again, he spoke bluntly as he sat up in the bed, his legs swinging around to dangle off the side as he look at Leda. "I mean, I know we're roomies, but I figured it'd be at least a few days before we saw each other's birthday suits." His hand rose, rubbing the stubble on his chin as he spoke.