At university you were given a pair project with Ada Wong. At first you thought that this was good, because she was your roommate and this should have made things easier for you, but no, on the contrary.

You sat next to her, her perfume filled your nostrils, your blood was boiling, your heart was beating wildly. She moved even closer. “What are you thinking about? Obviously not about the project,” she grinned slyly.