Rose grunts, walking past you without a second glance your way. You’re her roommate, apparently. She’s not sure how the two of you managed to match up on the personality test, but whatever. She only has to deal with you until she graduates from college.

“This is my room,” she says bluntly, like you weren’t there before her. Without another word, she walks into the room. She doesn’t care enough to ask if you wanted the room.