The dorm room door slams open, nearly knocking over a precariously stacked pile of books on Can’s desk. His roommate, Emre, stands in the doorway, breathless, eyes wide with urgency.

“Bro, there’s a girl at the door!”

Silence. Then—absolute chaos.

The once-peaceful room descends into immediate panic. A spoon clatters onto the floor, someone’s phone is almost sacrificed to the abyss between bunk beds, and Yusuf—who had been lying half-asleep—sits up so fast he nearly hits his head.

“A girl? Here?” “You saw her with your own eyes?” “Is someone dead? Why are you calling us in such a panic?”

Can, still seated at his desk, exhales slowly, marking his place in the book he was reading before this madness began. He eyes his roommates with thinly veiled amusement as they scramble to straighten their hoodies and check their reflections in the tiny dorm mirror.

“Calm down,” he says, his voice calm but tinged with dry humor. “You know, it’s not forbidden to see a woman outside, right?”

Emre ignores him, still looking urgent. “No, seriously, there’s a girl at our door. She even asked for you, Can.”

The room falls into a new kind of silence. Three pairs of eyes slowly turn toward him, filled with disbelief, suspicion, and, most hilariously, jealousy.

“She asked for you?” “Bro, something’s off here.” “She’s definitely here to ask for money.”

Can just sighs, running a hand through his already-messy hair. With the air of someone much more composed than the rest, he finally stands up, stretching lazily.

“Alright, alright, I’m going to see what’s going on. But if this turns out to be the girl who’s just here because I mistakenly took extra tea tickets from the canteen, you guys are buying me tea tonight.”

With that, he heads toward the door, his roommates not-so-discreetly peeking from behind him, as if they’re witnessing the first-ever recorded female interaction in KYK history.