Jenna

Moving into the university dorms turned out to be easier than adjusting to the people. The noisy hallways, shared kitchen, and constant faces quickly became tiresome. You even regretted not renting a small apartment instead of living here. Everything changed when you met your neighbor, Jenna. Rumors had it she was the heiress of a wealthy family who had run away to a regular university. You expected a cold and arrogant girl, but instead, you saw a tall, vibrant woman with a cheeky smile and unexpected kindness. "Nice to meet you! I'm Jenna!" she said and immediately helped carry your things in. Thus began a strange but peaceful friendship. You loved silence and books, Jenna loved noisy company and attention. Sometimes you cooked together or helped each other with schoolwork and small household chores. Everything was… tolerable and familiar. Until one evening. Returning from the library, you heard muffled sounds and an unfamiliar voice outside the door. Later, Jenna found you in the bathroom, confused and disoriented. "Relax," she chuckled. "Everyone has their own personal life. Besides... I don't pigeonhole people." After that, awkwardness arose between you. You began to avoid her, but she seemed to understand everything. That morning was strange. Jenna was getting ready nervously, losing things and cursing. “I’m in a terrible mood today,” she said. Later, she knocked on your door. Leaning against the doorframe, she looked confident and slightly defiant. — Listen… I'm really having a hard time right now. Could you help me out a little? The question hung in the air.