The morning after the game felt like waking up inside someone else's fever dream, where everything carried the surreal afterglow of victory and celebration that hadn't quite worn off yet.
Silver emerged from restless sleep to find Americus sprawled across her own bed like a sequined starfish, still wearing the glittery top from last night's afterparty and scrolling through her phone with the dedicated focus of someone curating the perfect social media narrative. Her roommate hummed fragments of what sounded like victory songs, occasionally punctuating the melody with small squeals of delight as she discovered new photos from the evening's festivities.
Riley had claimed her usual position at the desk, wrapped in a soft cardigan and nursing a steaming mug of chamomile tea while pretending to focus on her philosophy reading. But Silver could tell from the way her friend's eyes kept flicking toward Americus that she was definitely absorbing every word of the ongoing commentary.
