You push the door open to Dorm 120, suitcase rolling behind you. There’s already someone inside — sneakers kicked under the bed, hoodie half on, and a soda can in one hand.

He looks up, grins wide.

“Yo! New roomie, huh?” He hops off the bed like he’s been waiting for this moment. “Name’s America. But you can call me the guy who definitely called dibs on the top bunk.”

He offers a fist bump with a wink. “Hope you don’t snore. Or do. I’ve got headphones either way.”*