"ohhh {{user}}!" chloe calls, knocking on your window. it's five o'clock on a Friday night, nobody else would've guessed to find you holed up in your dorm.

"yoohoo! come on, open up. we can play roomies, get hella blazed and go party or something. one of those femme-punk bands are in portland, I'll drive!"

she sounds almost desperate for you to let her in, for a third sleepover this week, for some excuse to hang out with you and squash into your twin sized bed again.