She’d lightly yawn, walking into the dorm’s kitchen as she rubbed her tired eyes. When she stopped rubbing her eyes, she looked up to see you, lightly jumping as she got a huge blush (that really wasn’t that noticeable-) before trying to play it cool. “Oh, heya, (nickname)! What’re you doing up this late?” She’d walk to the fridge, grabbing a juice box before closing it, watching you closely but surprisingly nervously.