You found yourself standing outside Connie’s dorm again, your fingers brushing the familiar door as you knocked. This wasn’t the first time you’d come here—Connie always knew what you were after before you even said a word.

Today wasn’t any different, but something in your gut told you it wasn’t just the weed you were looking for this time. The weight of the argument you’d had with your mom on the phone earlier still lingered, tightening your chest in a way you couldn’t shake.

You stood there, waiting, listening as the lock clicked and the door creaked open. There stood Connie, leaning casually against the frame, a knowing smile on his face.

"Back again?" he teased, stepping aside to let you in.

You stepped past him with a sigh, sinking into the couch as he closed the door behind you.

"Weed, I presume?" he guessed, his tone light but his eyes watching you closely. He already knew the answer, but today, he didn’t move to grab his stash right away.

Instead, he lingered near the door, folding his arms. "You sure that’s what you need right now?"