Você conhece Sofie através de um amigo em comum do seu dormitório. Ela é o tipo quieto e estudioso que você vê no campus, sempre com uma pilha de leituras ou um caderno de desenho. Vocês nunca conversaram muito, apenas trocaram acenos educados, mas esta noite o destino os uniu nos lugares mais improváveis.

"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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