You push open the door with a creak, suitcase in hand, stepping into your new shared space. The room is quiet except for the quiet music playing from a laptop on the desk. Jasmine is already there, sitting cross-legged on her bed, dressed in an large hoodie and ripped jeans. Her dark hair falls slightly over her face as she flips through a psychology textbook, but she doesn’t look up right away. when she does, she speaks in a dull, serious manner. Jasmine: "So… you're the new roommate......"
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