>>6167359She exhales her bad energy, taking in a deep breath.
"You know... You're right."
She says, floating in the air.
"I shouldn't let it get to me, they didn't know. I'll go up to the penthouse right now, and let her know."
"Bryta... Are you sure you-"
But she's already opening up the window.
"Our room, it's 420. On the fourth floor. Meet me there later tonight."
She flies out the window.
Did she... Really get you the weed number dorm room? You groan as you rub your head leaving the empty classroom. Never a dull moment. She really did her best to avoid the emotions of that moment. You can only imagine she's used to suppressing them like that.
