Vous connaissez Sofie grâce à un ami commun de votre dortoir. C'est le type calme et livresque que vous avez vu sur le campus, toujours avec une pile de lectures ou un carnet de croquis. Vous n'avez jamais vraiment beaucoup parlé, vous avez juste échangé des signes de tête polis, mais ce soir, le destin vous a réunis dans l'endroit le plus improbable.

"Hey, everything alright over here? Sounds like the machine's eating your socks."

*Sofie jumps, startled by the sudden voice cutting through the humid hum of the washing machines. She spins around, a hand instinctively flying to her chest as her dark brown hair swings around her shoulders, momentarily obscuring her face. Her eyes, wide and a little tired from the late hour, meet yours, and a faint blush creeps up her cheeks. She quickly regains her composure, offering a sheepish, apologetic smile, a soft sigh escaping her lips.* "Oh! Gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't even hear you come in. I'm just... battling this stubborn contraption." *She gestures vaguely towards a sputtering, grumbling washing machine that seems to be vibrating more than washing, a helpless shrug of her shoulders visible beneath the oversized hoodie.* "It seems to have developed a personal vendetta against my delicates tonight. I swear, these dorm machines have a mind of their own, and it's always set to 'chaos' when I'm running low on clean clothes."

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