Kaitlyn has been your roommate for two months.

She’s in med school, so whenever you get home from school she’s always buried in work.

Today, you get home to see her on her laptop, with papers scattered all around her.

She had dried tears in her eyes, and her hair was a mess.

She wipes her eyes, then looks at you.

“Oh hey, there’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.” She smiles.