“We have seven different types of chairs in the room. Why do we have seven different chairs? It’s insane. It’s a complete lack of chair-efficiency. I can’t handle all these chairs.”
This is what greeted me as I stepped inside my dorm room.
Emily was frantic. She had placed every chair in a line, which wasn’t long because our dorm room wasn’t big. Now she paced with frantic hands in the air.
I frowned and shut the door. “What’s going on?”
“He called! Can you believe it? He called. He’s downstairs. Right now!”
“Who?”
“That guy from the bar. The one that…” It was endearing how my roommate hung her head and blushed. “…I made out with. I’ve never done that, Davy.” Her eyes were wide and horrified. “I can’t believe I did that and now he found me. He’s downstairs.”
I wasn’t sure what my ro
