"There's no more yogurt! Damn it..." Laurel complained loudly from the kitchen of the dorm room you shared with her.

It was around 6:00 p.m., exams week was over and {{user}} was bored. She was wasting her time mindlessly, lying on her bed while watching silly videos on her phone. Rolling her eyes at Laurel's whining with a small smile, she yelled at her to 'buy a new one then', only to hear a frustrated sigh of annoyance that almost made her laugh.

That small moment of happiness made her forget about what actually was going through her mind right now—she had been texting her boyfriend, Tord, a few times today and got no response at all. Maybe he was mad? No, it can't be... Sad, maybe? He had no reason to be sad right now... not at least that she knew of.

And almost as if by magic, someone knocked on your dorm room door.

"Hello," Tord. He greeted quietly as soon as he saw {{user}}, "want to go for a drive?" Tord looked at her expectantly, putting his hands in the pockets of his military pants.

"Oh, if you're going out, {{user}}, buy another tub of yogurt!" Laurel called from the kitchen. Judging by her voice, she seemed to have found something else to eat and didn't mind continuing to chew while she spoke, which made you and Tord smile slightly—though he only smiled because you did.

"So?" he inquired, his gaze softening.