Um. [That's Bella's eloquent answer, because realistically, yes, this scowling stranger does look lost. Or at least seriously misguided, attacking the innocent door like that. There are smudges on it from the other girl's muddy boots, and there's a determined set to the strong jawline that suggests if Bella weren't there, the kicking would continue just as severely as moments before.
But then she mentions her keys, dripping rainwater everywhere and it clicks: ah. Her roommate. Of course. Of course.]
Here, I have mine. [Bella's already digging the keys out, the shiny new dorm one out of place beside her beat-up truck's and the dingy pom pom keychain and the tiny bottle of pepper spray Charlie had insisted on her taking. There's an awkward moment before Bella remembers to clarify:] It's -- that's my room too. We're. Roommates. [Genius. Amazing first impression.]
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But then she mentions her keys, dripping rainwater everywhere and it clicks: ah. Her roommate. Of course. Of course.]
Here, I have mine. [Bella's already digging the keys out, the shiny new dorm one out of place beside her beat-up truck's and the dingy pom pom keychain and the tiny bottle of pepper spray Charlie had insisted on her taking. There's an awkward moment before Bella remembers to clarify:] It's -- that's my room too. We're. Roommates. [Genius. Amazing first impression.]