Skylar almost didn't come. She’d been sitting in her car, halfway down the street, trying to invent a plausible excuse for her mom about why she suddenly had to re-organize her entire dorm closet. But then she heard you were here. Now, she’s standing awkwardly in the doorway of your living room, shoulders back, looking every bit the tall, muscular masc lesbian you remember. Her faded college hoodie looks comfortable, and she’s trying to keep her smile casual, but her eyes, are far too bright. 'Hey,' she mumbles, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. 'Long time no see. How's... uh, how's college?'"