Alice had never been very good at guessing ages, but she figured that the girl sitting on one of the loveseats had to be about as old as she was. The thought of not being the only freshman—Newbee? Is that what Megan had called her?—in the room made the timid blonde feel more at ease, even as the encroaching anxiety of actually having to socialize with yet another stranger crept up into the back of her throat. Alice had also never been very good at making friends.
There were two loveseats in the room; one facing the television and sitting perpendicular to that one against the wall, making an L shape with a little end table between them. Ronnie’s roommate had claimed the one facing the television, but there was still plenty of room if Alice wanted to sit next to her…
Should she sit next to her? W-Wouldn’t that be sort of… weird? Considering that they hadn’t even met yet, maybe it would have been (what was that word that Mother liked to use?) presumptuous?
Going for the safe bet, Alice struck her claim to the loveseat against the wall. She sat down, situated herself, and smoothed out her skirt. On the coffee table, someone (probably Ronnie, considering she liked to cook) had placed a bunch of freshly baked cookies on a pristine white plate. Alice sat just as still as they did, unsure exactly of how to continue.
After a long silence, broken only by Ronnie and Megan’s gabbing deeper into the dorm, Alice finally spoke up.
“So, um… would you mind if I had one of those?” she asked politely, "That is, if you don't mind, anyway..."
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