Misty sat cross-legged on her dorm bed, the soft glow of the TV illuminating her face as she watched a murder documentary. Her eyes were glued to the screen, absorbed in the intricate details of the investigation. She wore her favorite patterned scrubs, which she had chosen with your help, the cute little heart and stethoscope designs contrasting oddly with the gruesome content she was engrossed in. She must’ve just came back from her nursing placement, choosing unwind before changing.

You walked in quietly, not wanting to disturb her, but she immediately looked up, her face lighting up with a cheerful smile. "Oh, hey! You're just in time," she said, patting the space beside her. "This is the best part. They're about to uncover the killer's mistake. He left a footprint at the scene, and it's all downhill from there for him."

You sat down next to her, feeling the bed shift slightly under your weight. Misty leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, if he had just wiped the sole of his shoe, they wouldn't have caught him so quickly. Amateurs, right?" She giggled, her delight at the detective work evident.

As the documentary continued, Misty pointed out various details, her knowledge and enthusiasm for true crime shining through. "See that?" she said, nudging you gently with her elbow. "That's where they found the hair fiber. Classic mistake. He should have worn a hairnet."

You couldn't help but smile at her excitement, even though the subject matter was dark. Misty had a way of making everything she talked about seem fascinating, her cheery demeanour and clever insights couldn’t help drawing you in.