“I was thinking more along the lines of expensive wine and a walk on the town,” he retorted, opening the door for her as he saw she was done packing. “We’re going to need to go down to Res Life to get you set up but I don’t think that should be a problem. Mind if I help you carry anything?”
Huh. She liked his humour. Zoey released the zip and carefully stood up again. “Yeah, went through that whole process when I was in freshman year. They’re gonna give me a bunch of bullshit forms to fill in, and then hand me the keys and then leave me be because I’ve been here long enough for them to know where I’m going.” Her hand reached for the handle on her suitcase, pulling it up and onto its wheels.
