Room 406, Wednesday evening
It had been a fairly successful day. Isabel had landed a position as a TA or "staffer" in political campaigning and helped Cam with the paint job on the swoop bike. But she wasn't in the mood for the common rooms tonight, even if she would have liked to have seen a repeat performance of last night's Gremlin Theater.
Sitting on her bed with her laptop playing music, she did her nails.
The door's open.
Sitting on her bed with her laptop playing music, she did her nails.
The door's open.