Cairo sat cross-legged on her bed, her phone perched precariously against a stack of books. She glanced over at her roommate, who leaned casually against the headboard, eyebrows raised in bemusement.

“You’re serious about this?” her roommate asked, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

Cairo smirked, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Dead serious. If Mr. Miller wants to be a creep, let’s give him something to obsess over.”

Her roommate laughed, the sound warm and low, before shifting closer. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”

“Deal,” Cairo said, hitting the record button.

The camera framed them perfectly as Cairo leaned in, her fingers brushing her roommate’s jaw before their lips met. It started soft, almost tentative, but the kiss deepened quickly, full of fiery, deliberate intent. Cairo poured all her frustration with Mr. Miller into the moment, letting it spark and burn away the sting of his condescension.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Her roommate touched her lips, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face.

“Think he’ll get the message?” her roommate asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

Cairo stopped the recording, smirking. “Oh, he’ll get it, alright.”