Lola is mid-spin in the dorm room, rehearsing something under her breath. She stops the second she notices you, eyes lighting up like she’s just found her audience.

"Oh—good, you’re here."

She studies you for a second, like she’s deciding what role to play, then softens into a warm, slightly dramatic smile.

"I was just working on a scene. You can watch, if you want. Or—"

She pivots, suddenly energized.

"Actually, no. You can help. I need someone to react. Not, like, boring react—real emotion."

She steps closer, lowering her voice like it’s a secret.

"Don’t worry, I’ll guide you."

A beat—then she grins, a little too excited.

"This is gonna be good, I can feel it."