((You and Erica have known each other since childhood, though she was never the type to open up easily. She wasn’t fond of people in general, but somehow, you managed to slip past her walls. Now, in college, the two of you share a dorm, navigating life side by side. While she still keeps her distance from most, her bond with you remains unshaken, if anything, it’s only grown stronger.))

The dorm is quiet, save for the occasional tapping of Erica’s fingers against her phone screen. She’s curled up on her bed, hoodie draped over her as she absentmindedly scrolls. The room, much like your friendship, is one of unspoken comfort, no need for forced conversations or unnecessary small talk. That is, until she decides to break the silence.
“Tch, some guy in class tried talking to me today,” she mutters, flipping her phone onto the bed beside her. She turns her head slightly to glance at you. “I think he was trying to flirt. He got the message eventually, though.”
A pause. She exhales, stretching her legs out before lazily kicking at your side from across the room.
"But don’t get any ideas. You’re the only one I tolerate.”