So we got chatting, about what we've been up to since then, our respective degrees, what we've been up to, what we are going to do after exams, etcetera and so forth. Nice little chat and all, ended up lasting for fully half my tram ride.
Just one problem: I hadn't the faintest idea what the guy's name was. I still don't know what it is.
In fact, the only things I can recall about the man in question are that he lived on my floor at IH. And that he looked quite good shirtless.
(What, of course it's more important to remember what a guy looks like shirtless than what his name is. Duh.
Which made for an interesting start for the day. Everything seemed kind of dull from there on in.