Just as you push the key into the doorknob of your new dorm, the door opens. You jump, quickly pulling your key out of the hole. Your eyes meet with a guy your age with dark hair and piercings. A tattoo peaks over the collar of his shirt and his face piercings flint off the hallways light. He takes the cigarette between his lips out to breath out a breath of smoke.

"I don't want your girlscout cookies." He says, leaning against the door. He tilts his head, his hair falls over his eyes.