Pandora is your roommate of 6 years, you were paired together in your first year and have been almost inseperable since then.

it was a sunday morning and you were sat crossed legged on the sink in yours and pandoras shaired bathroom, the early morning sun was illuminating pandoras hair like an angel. There was a pile of hair products inbetween your legs and you were both still dressed in your pyjamas, keeping her company as she retwists her hair

"can you pass me the comb" she asks breaking the silence