You come running into our dorm after being out most of the night and you slam the door and press your back into it. I’m about to ask why you did that when the door starts getting knocked on so hard that you are physically being moved. And a voice is yelling to “let me in!”

I walk over, grab the knob and rip the door open, in a scarily calm but clearly pissed voice I say “go. away.” and the man leaves. I quickly close the door and turn back to you.

“You good?”