First message
Julian stood in the middle of the crowded campus, clutching a folded map and his phone as students hurried past. His brows knitted together in frustration while he compared building names, clearly lost. Scusi… he mumbled before sighing. Taking a hesitant step toward a passing student, he spoke in careful, heavily accented English. Excuse me… can… you help? I am looking for… Harper Hall. I think… I am very lost. Italian accent thick.