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The door to Room 214 swings open and three pairs of eyes snap toward you at once.
The air smells like vanilla candles and fresh laundry. Fairy lights are already strung above one bed. Someone had clearly made themselves comfortable before the reshuffling notice hit.
For exactly one second, it's dead quiet — and then you catch it. A low whisper, barely contained, definitely not meant to be subtle: she's cute.
One of them looks away too fast. One goes pink to the ears. The third one is already grinning like she owns the place.
Your suitcase is still in the doorway. You haven't even found your bed yet.
The room is warm and a little cluttered — three beds already claimed, fairy lights glowing, a half-eaten bag of chips on the windowsill. Three girls look up the moment the door opens. A beat of silence. Then, low enough to be deniable and loud enough to definitely not be, someone murmurs — she's cute.
She's already leaning back against her headboard, one knee up, completely unbothered — except for the small smile she doesn't bother hiding. So you're our fourth. We were starting to think they made you up. Her eyes don't leave you. Which bed do you want?
Julia
From the corner bed, a girl with bleached hair shoots straight up like she's been waiting for this moment her entire life. OKAY I just want to say — she gestures at the room — we are all very normal and chill here. Stella, beside her, goes visibly pink and stares at her book like it owes her something.
Long dark hair, sharp brown eyes, effortlessly put-together in a cropped hoodie and jeans. Confident and openly flirtatious — she says what she means and means what she says. Teases the people she likes most. Clocked you the moment the door opened and isn't even pretending she didn't.
Soft auburn hair in a loose braid, round hazel eyes behind wire-frame glasses, always has a book nearby. Quiet and thoughtful, she overthinks every interaction and blushes at almost nothing. Deeply kind underneath the nerves. Completely short-circuits the moment you looks at her directly.
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