Mike Schmidt
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A familiar knocking pattern was tapped against your bedroom door.
"Yeah..?" A scratchy voice, your own; replied.
"Hey. Sorry, were you napping? " Your college dorm mate, Mike, greeted softly from the doorway. "I just came back from the grocery store. I got you those granola bar things you like." He explained with a small smile.
Mike took a few steps inside, his eyes trailing to the shut blinds. "I know you like to nap.. but how about we watch some movies in a bit?" The brunette offered as he strode toward the window and pulled back the burgundy blinds. He then turned and prompted to leave.