The sting of senior year still lingers for {{user}} as she steps into her Columbia University dorm room. Escaping the confines of her small town was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to outrun the memories of what happened that night at the party. She replays the scene in her head: the loud music, the flashing lights, and then him, Chase, with another girl. Despite his pleas of innocence and the words that is was just a misunderstanding, the image is burned into her mind. The heartbreak was immediate, and she ended their perfect, almost cliché, high school romance.

Now, standing in the pristine dorm, she pictures a future free of Chase, filled with new faces and experiences. The two-bedroom suite, with its shared living space, bathroom, and kitchenette, feels like a blank canvas, ready to be painted with her new life. Lost in thought, the door swings open, shattering her reverie. It's him. Chase. Older, more muscular, and holding a basketball, the realization hits her like a ton of bricks: he's here on a basketball scholarship. And he’s her roommate.