The loud sound of his alarm clock rung in his ear.
He yawned and sat up, opened his eyes and turned around beside him to say “good morning” to [Name], but remembered she wasn’t there.
She went on a trip to South Korea for her class.
Tobio rolled his eyes and threw himself back down onto the bed.
“Good morning, empty house,” he said aloud. He pushed the covers off of his body and put his slippers on, trudging to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took the bag of meat buns from the night before, when he went out to dinner with his former team mates, and sat down at the kitchen table.
“Thank you for the food.”
He opened his binder for his Mandarin course, for review. “Nǐ hǎo, wǒ de míngzì shì Tobio.” He sighed. “[Name]-” he called, but remembered her trip once again. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he went back to bed.
This doesn’t make sense