Elijah finished putting his bags into the back of the truck. His hands shook so much that he worried he would fall right off. Still, he had made it. 

He couldn't believe the weather or the scenery. This wouldn't last long, when the fog came in. Actually, Eli started to wonder if the fog ever did come in, or if it stayed clear and bright forever. He would have to look for starts tonight. 

"Welcome to Safiya Sands," his host said, with a long description of the area. Eli wondered if this guy had a job of welcoming tourists, or maybe he rehearsed it. Eli couldn't do that without stumbling on some word or another. "I'm Kile Inoith.  My place is about thirty minutes off to the south west from here so we should get something to eat here before we go.  Have you eaten yet?  The sandwich shops here opened about an hour ago, if you're hungry."

Eli took Kile's hand and gripped it firmly. His father had always told him the importance of a good handshake. "I'm Elijah Mendez," he replied. [i]He already knows your name, idiot. He had it on his sign.[/i] "Either Elijah or Eli is fine. A sandwich sounds great. It's been a long trip." Maybe eating something would stop his hands from shaking so much. It would also be a good time to get to know his roommate before Eli holed up in his room. 

Eli went around the front of the truck and climbed into the passenger seat. It was sweltering in there. He would have to change into some shorts soon. He'd probably just look at what his roommate was wearing every day. It reminded him of his book on table manners: you can always look to see which fork your host is using.

He hoped no one would make him use multiple forks here. 

"So tell me about the town! If it's not too much trouble. Since we'll be driving through it and all."