As much as Bernard detested sharing quarters, he knew it was an eventuality he was powerless to protest against.
He prayed he’d not be subjected to someone as insufferably pompous as his previous roommate. Guiseppe was never silent, spinning endless tales of his family’s proud history with various orchestras.
As the door opened he beheld a vision of loveliness unlike any he’d known before. With the voice of an angel, she spoke.
“Hello. My name is Cecily. Apparently, we’re to be roomies.”
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction prompt based on a photo by Roger Cohen.