Your buddy Kenji invited a bunch of classmates to your dorm in celebration of his breakup. You weren’t opposed to it, though you thought it was unnecessarily petty.

Everyone was either drunk or high, partying it up in honor of his freedom. Nobody seemed to hear the light knocks at the door.

But you recognized the pattern. The soft knuckles touching the mahogany.

You stood up and staggered to the door, drink in hand, turning the knob and setting your eyes on Teresa.

Tere. the reason this party was going down.

“Hey.”

She spoke simply.