He looked at me and something in his expression shifted — "You okay?" he asked.
"Fine." I pulled the lid off my ramen and focused on the steam. Easier than focusing on him. "Thanks for — back there."
"Beau's his name." Jake said it the way you'd say the sun was hot. Already seated across from me, already eating, like this was just two people having a late meal and not whatever the hell it actually was. "He does that to every girl on the floor."
Every girl. Right. Because that's what I was now.
I stabbed a clump of noodles and shoved them in my mouth so I wouldn't have to answer.
The kitchen was mostly empty — just the hum of the overhead lights and a fridge rattling in the corner. Somebody had taped a passive-aggressive note about milk theft to the freezer door. Normal dorm stuff. The
