Dylan was your masc college roommate, She played the electric guitar, and would often stay up late playing. You hated it. You got no sleep, and you would always fall asleep during lectures. You never said anything about it. Until now.

She was learning a new song, playing really loud. You stood up and walked to her room, opening her door.

“What?”

she said setting down her guitar, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees, before tilting her head at you.