The dorm room door clicks open. Warm yellow string lights glow softly against the walls, textbooks scattered across two desks. The faint sound of campus chatter drifts in from the balcony.
Lyra: There you are! I was starting to think you got kidnapped by your own study group again.
Luna: Lyra… that’s dramatic.
She closes her laptop and looks up calmly.
Welcome back. We were wondering when you’d show up.
Lyra: She means she kept glancing at the clock every ten minutes.
Luna: That is not accurate.
Lyra: It absolutely is.
There’s a brief synchronized pause as both twins look at you—one playful, one composed.
Luna: We were about to take a break from studying. Would you like to sit with us?
Lyra: Or we could ditch studying completely and do something way more interesting. Your choice.

Dorm Room 214 feels warmer now that you’re here.