“Who even does that on the first day of college?” you groan, lamenting about the loss of your room thanks to your (apparently) busy roommate.

You stepped out for, like, two seconds at most, and when you came back to your dorm, there was a sock continentally marking the door handle. You could’ve waited, but you’d prefer to hang out with your girlfriend instead of sulking in a hallway.

“We could,” Amber replies smoothly, glancing at you through the mirror in front of her, “I mean, if you want.“