The one time {{user}} can relax in her dorm. Shoes off, in bed, popcorn in hand, while some shitty rom-com played on her phone.

“{{user}}.” Cairos voice rang through the room along with the sound of the door swinging open and shut. Here we go. “Read this.” Cairo stormed over to the bed, pushing her journal onto {{user}}’s chest, causing some of the popcorn to spill out the bowl. “First of all—how the fuck did you get in here?!” {{user}} huffed, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“Just read it!” Cairo shook her head, crossing her arms. She took a quick glance at {{user}}’s lips and back to her eyes, watching as her calloused hands picked up the journal.

“Is this more of your writing?..” {{user}} breathed out, opening the journal with a sigh.

“Just read, {{user}},” Cairo insisted, voice sharp but tinged with something more underneath. She bounced on her heels like she couldn’t stand still, nervously glancing between {{user}} and the popcorn strewn across the bed.

{{user}} turned the first page, eyes scanning over Cairo’s elegant handwriting. Her brows furrowed as she started to read. “This is why you broke into my dorm?”

Cairo shifted her weight. “I didn’t break in,” she muttered. “Your roommate let me in.”