“Mitchell? I used to have a friend named that when I was in Germany! Mitchell Curtus.”
Hearing his name, Mitchell popped his head outside of his room. “Someone call me?” He was shirtless as he was in the middle of changing when hearing his name.
“I just used to have a friend named Mitchell is all.” he held out his hand, wearing baggy sweatpants and a tanktop that showed off his tattoo.
“Oh, I know how that is. I used to have a friend named Ansel. So what’s your name?” He shook the hand held out to him.