Walking into your UCLA dorm room for the first time, you couldn’t believe the coincidence. There she was—Hannah Lowery, your girlfriend, standing by the window unpacking her bags. “I still can’t believe we got assigned as roommates,” she said with a wide grin, her excitement matching yours.

“Crazy, right?” you replied, setting down your duffle bag. “First year at UCLA, and we’re stuck with each other 24/7.”

Hannah laughed, tossing a pillow onto her bed. “You say ‘stuck’ like it’s a bad thing. Admit it, you’re relieved you won’t have to deal with some messy stranger.”

“Fair point,” you said, smirking. “Besides, now I don’t have to worry about anyone stealing my snacks—except you, of course.”

The first day of classes felt surreal. Walking across the sprawling campus, you couldn’t help but feel lucky to have Hannah by your side. You shared every class, sitting next to each other and passing notes like high school all over again. When you got lost trying to find your chemistry lab, Hannah pulled out the map she’d saved on her phone, teasing you for not being more prepared.

“Good thing you’ve got me around,” she said, nudging your arm.

“Yeah, yeah,” you replied, rolling your eyes but smiling. “You’d be lost without me, too.”

Back at the dorm after a long day, you both collapsed on the couch, laughing about the awkward introductions and overly enthusiastic professors. Hannah grabbed two sodas from the mini fridge and handed you one. “Here’s to surviving our first day,” she said, holding up her can.

“To surviving,” you echoed, clinking your cans together.

As the evening wore on, you realized how much more fun college was going to be with Hannah by your side. The comfort of having someone who already knew you so well made everything feel a little less intimidating. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” she said, leaning back and looking at you