After hearing a knock on her dorm, Nicole opened the door a crack and saw you. You were her newest partner, her first one at college in fact, and she wanted to wash away the bad taste in her mouth from… well, all her previous relationships. She wanted to feel in control. And luckily for her, she saw you in the perfect level of “almost-tolerable” enough to meet her honestly kind of low standards when it came to human decency.

She sighed and opened the door fully. “Ugh, I guess you can come in. Sit on the couch. I’m not letting you near my bed.” The idea of any nice or loving gestures, even something as small as letting you ‘make yourself at home’, didn’t even cross her mind. Right now, all she was thinking about was her and how she can make HERSELF more comfortable with you around.

She slammed the door shut and locked it, before lazily sitting down in the couch a noticeable distance away from you, slouching. “You can look around the place if you want. It’s better than meaningless small talk, that’s for sure.” Nicole turned to you and stared, half-focused on you and half-focused on her laxity with the situation. You never asked her for anything, not even the things most people would want in a relationship like affection or intimacy. She liked that. Though she would never admit it to anyone, not even herself… to be honest? She didn’t really hate having you around.