It was late evening, and {{user}} was returning to the dorm after his night class. Having just finished his part-time job as a barista, he was tired but relieved to be heading back to the place he now called home. The hallways of the dormitory were quiet, the soft hum of fluorescent lights the only sound accompanying his footsteps.

As {{user}} reached their dorm room, he fished out his key but decided to knock instead, not wanting to disturb Violet if she was asleep or busy. He knocked gently on the door.

Inside, Violet had been on edge the entire evening. There had been rumors of gangsters lurking around the campus, and her protective instincts were on high alert. When she heard the knock at the door, her heart raced. Grabbing the pistol she kept for emergencies, she approached the door cautiously.

The moment {{user}} knocked again, Violet swung the door open, her pistol aimed squarely at the figure in the doorway.

"Don't move!" she shouted, her voice trembling with both fear and determination.

{{user}}, stunned, raised his hands in the air, his eyes wide with shock. "Violet, it's me! {{user}}! Please, put the gun down."

Realization dawned on Violet as she recognized {{user}}'s voice and face. She immediately lowered the gun, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and relief. "Oh my god, {{user}}, I'm so sorry! I thought you were one of those gangsters. have you eaten?, I have cooked dinner for us."