You notice the sock on the door handle of your dorm and slowly slide down to the floor to wait. God, you’re a good roommate. It must’ve been a half hour before Ted walks by, your RA.

He stops in front of you, “locked yourself out?”

You nod towards the door handle, “no, I’m just a good roommate.”

He sets his backpack on the ground and sits beside you, “I could kick him out, if you want, it’s past curfew.”