Emily
By the time I reach Damien’s dorm building I’m already irritated enough to qualify for anger management therapy.
Getting inside this place is usually a whole operation. Security watches everyone like they’re guarding a vault and Ken always appears out of nowhere like a hall monitor who never emotionally graduated middle school.
Thankfully I didn’t run into him today because I genuinely do not have the patience to argue my way past his suspicious face again. Some nice guy coming out of the lobby recognizes my name when I ask around and casually tells me Damien’s room number. I thank and make my way upstairs.
Standing in front of Damien’s door suddenly makes me weirdly nervous. Which is ridiculous because I literally marched into the computer science department this morning read
