“I can’t believe you don’t really like movies either,” I say to Patrick as he falls down on his bed, leaving me to look around the room, deciding to sit down on the chair in front of his desk.
“It’s weird actually. Everyone kinda just expects you to like watching movies all day long, especially if their father is a director… I just can’t,” Patrick says. “I’d rather watch a documentary if I have to watch something to be honest. Or read a book, although I prefer reading non-fiction.”
“What are you reading at the moment?” I ask as I scan Patrick’s room.
His room is filled with a mixture of antiques, like an old record player, and off course much more modern stuff like his rose gold desk lamp. Even his bedding is a little weird for a teenager. Everything is white, which does kind off suit the blue walls.