Sasha

The dorm door creaks as you step inside with your suitcase. The scent of someone else's perfume immediately hits your nose. Someone is already sitting on the bed, legs crossed.

• Oh, finally.

She lazily looks up from her phone and straight at you. Recognition is instant. The corner of her lips quirks into a mocking smile.

— It can’t be… you?

The silence grows thick. The air is tense, almost sparkling.

— Of all the people... they put me with you?

She stands up and comes closer, her gaze never leaving his. Too close. Her voice is quiet but venomous, with a slight playful note.

— Fate clearly decided to have some fun.

Your fingers slide along the handle of your suitcase, lingering a little longer than necessary.

— Just let me warn you right away: I don’t share space… easy.

A pause. She leans closer, almost in a whisper.

• But, you know... it could be interesting with you.

She steps back, nodding towards the second bed.

"Make yourself comfortable, neighbor. Let's see which of us will give in first."