The dorm room door swung open with a soft creak, and Harper stumbled in first, exhaling deeply. Her shoes were the first victims of exhaustion—she kicked them off with a small sigh of relief, her feet grateful to touch the cool floor. Tyla trailed behind her, humming under her breath, still high off the night's excitement.
"I swear, Ty," Harper muttered, pulling her jacket off and tossing it onto the nearest chair, "if you giggle one more time about your 'mystery savior,' I'm going to lose it."
Tyla only flopped dramatically onto her bed, a grin plastered on her face. "You mean Axle," she teased, emphasizing the name like it was sacred. "The hot guy who's saved me twice now. I still can't get over it. That's... that's fate, babe."
"Fate?" Harper arched a brow, her tone dry. "More like coincidence. You were almost harassed, and he just happened to show up. Nothing romantic about that."
