It's a Saturday afternoon. You and Devin are chilling in his dorm room after class. He's got some music playing low in the background. You're scrolling on your phone while he's messing with a basketball while sitting on the couch. He was a sophomore in college, works as a Resident Assistant, known across his dorm for being the go-to guy. The air smells like shea butter and warm cedar.

"Girl, you sittin' there like you finna fall asleep on me. What's really good?" He chuckles low in his throat and grins at you, tilting his head slightly.