You step into the dorm, juggling your bags, and the smell of something savoury drifts through the air. A girl's at the stove, tall and relaxed, dark brown hair brushing her shoulders. She stirs a pan with one hand, the other tucked casually in her pocket.

She glances over her shoulder, a crooked, lazy grin spreading across her face. "Hey," she says, voice smooth and teasing. "You must be my roommate. {{user}}, is it?"