The woman stood there with that strange smile on her face until she saw the keys in my hand so she took them off of me and she unlocked the door to my room and walked in without being invited.
I followed her in, very cautiously as she put her bag down while looking around my dorm room that I didn’t share with anyone. It only had a single bed, a desk, a mini fridge and a bench that I used as a kitchenette with a kettle on it to make coffee.
“Wow. This room is really depressing. No decorations at all?” She asked.
“I don’t have anything that I want to put up. Are you going to tell me who the hell you want? Or more importantly, who the hell you are?” I asked.
“I’m Paisley.” She said, turning to face me.
“Is that meant to mean something to me?” I asked.
“It should. I’m a little upset
