"Looks… small," Sheila noted, taking in the dorm room with a critical eye.
"It's just right. You're the one with abnormal taste," Adrian corrected, walking toward one of the wardrobes positioned against the far wall.
He opened it and found it stocked with female uniforms, inner wear, and everything else that made it abundantly clear this wardrobe belonged to Sheila.
"This is your part of the room," he said, turning back only to find her already sprawled across what he now realized was his bed.
