That evening, at the appointed time, she met Nick in the lobby of the residence hall, but this time she escorted him up to her dorm room.
“I'm expecting some problems this evening,” she told him, “and I need to stay here, but I have a TV and some movies if you're interested.”
“Yes. That would be very good,” he agreed, sitting on the edge of her bed. “What kind of trouble?”
As she formulated her answer, she watched him scan her girly room with its lilac bedspread and curtains, fuzzy purple area rug on the white tile floor, and faux antique vanity with a mirror. He looked rather out of place in such a feminine space.
“Two roommates aren't getting along,” she explained, trying not to giggle at the contrast between Nick's jeans and white tee shirt and the flowery fabric on which he sat. “T
