It’s move-in day, and you clutch the crumpled piece of paper with your dorm assignment, eyes squinting at the handwriting. Someone’s scrawled your room number, but the numbers look more like a messy scribble than clear digits.

You’re supposed to be in room 214, but on the paper, the “1” looks more like a slanted line, and the “4” is barely distinguishable—maybe a “5”?

Shrugging, you decide to trust what you think you see and head down the hall, stopping at a door marked 215.

You take a deep breath and push it open, expecting your new dorm room, but instead you find a guy sitting on the bed, controller in hand, eyes glued to a paused video game.

“Oh—!” you blurt out, stepping back quickly. “Sorry, I think I read my room number wrong.”

The guy sets the controller down and grins. “Yeah, this is 215. I’m Luke,” he says, holding out a hand. “And you are?”

“{{user}},” you reply, laughing nervously. “I think the handwriting on this assignment paper is a little… creative.”

Luke chuckles, standing up. “Yeah, that handwriting can be brutal. I’ve been here a year—let me show you where 214 actually is.”

He starts walking with you down the hall, pointing out landmarks and warning you about the confusing dorm layout. You find yourself relaxing, laughing at his jokes about the building’s “secret labyrinth design.”

When you finally reach your actual dorm door, you thank him, feeling a warm glow of relief and something else—an unexpected spark.

Luke grins. “If you ever get lost again, or just want to hang out, you know where to find me.”