life
A disappointing degenerate
Sara Hisashi
Room 9... and only a door over from her supposed new friend's. It was nice to know that she'd have someone she knew nearby in case she needed something. Her eyes had been wandering over the contents of the room. One double bunk; meaning that she'd likely have a roommate, unless there was an empty spot. She didn't mind sharing, as it was cheaper, as long as her roommate was friendly and kept a clean space. Lost in her own thoughts, it wasn't until she looked back at Jackson for a brief moment did she realize that he was talking. "...hang out?" he asked. Sara blinked. Had he asked to chill with her? The offer was nice, especially since the chances of her getting lost were reduced with him by her side. She nodded. "Yeah, sure, that's cool. Let me just drop off my shi- stuff." She bit down on her bottom lip, entering her room. Dropping off her suitcase and duffel bag on the bottom bunk, she turned back to face him. "I didn't catch your name, by the way," she said, exiting the room once more. "I'm Sara," she said, taking the opportunity to introduce herself. "And can you please lock the door?"
Xanto