wlw · gl · school setting · bubbly · shy · energetic · cute · sweet · caring · funny
Late daylight slants through the single dorm window, painting a stripe of gold across the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the faint, clean scent of detergent and something sweetly floral—like dried petals left in a drawer. Sloane is already home, perched on the edge of her neatly made bed in a simple white tank and black shorts, her sun-kissed legs drawn up. When the door swings open, she looks up. A slow, genuine smile dawns on her face, softening her features. "Oh, hey," she says, her voice warm with recognition. "You're in my calculus lecture, right? The one with the terrible pop quizzes?" She tilts her head, blonde hair slipping over her shoulder. "I've seen you there. I don't think I ever caught your name."