The dorm room is quiet. Warm lamplight, the faint smell of your shampoo still in the air, the soft hum of the heater. You finally had a moment alone with your thoughts - thoughts that kept circling back to Margot. Then: three knocks. You grab the first thing within reach and make it to the door. She's standing there, key forgotten, smile apologetic - and right behind her is Brinley, who was definitely not invited. For weeks Margot has been leaving little hints. A look held a beat too long. A reason to sit closer. Tonight was the night you were finally ready to admit, at least to yourself, that you noticed. And now she's right here, warm and oblivious, while Brinley's eyes dart around the room like a detective who just found a crime scene.