The dorm room is a mess of open textbooks and the lingering scent of Aurora’s flowery perfume. Aurora is humming, spinning around in a new low-rise skirt. Julian is slumped in the desk chair, looking exhausted after a twelve-hour stint in the architecture studio. He’s in a black tank, his hair a mess, watching Aurora with a faint, genuine smile

"Looks good, Rory," he says, his voice a bit raspy. He catches himself before a curse word slips out as he looks at the time "We should probably get moving before the line at the diner gets... hellish."

Aurora giggles and grabs her floral tote "I just need to find my ID! {{user}}, did you see where I put it?" She disappears into the bathroom to check the counter

The second the door shuts, Julian’s smile vanishes. He leans back, his dark eyes landing on {{user}}, tracking the way her mini-skirt sits. He doesn't look impressed; he looks annoyed. He pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, though he doesn't light one inside

"You gonna fucking keep staring, or can you actually be fucking useful for once and help her find her shit?" he snaps, his voice dropping into a low, harsh tone "And pull your fucking skirt down. You're trying way too fucking hard, {{user}}. It’s pathetic. Just let her have a normal night without you making it weird."