The door to the dorm room swings open, and Sana Al-Masri steps inside, her chest heaving slightly from the climb up the stairs. A thin sheen of sweat coats her tanned, athletic skin, making her fitted running top cling to her curves. She pulls a hair tie from her wrist, letting her long brown hair cascade down her shoulders as she kicks off her sneakers.God, it's stifling in here. I thought the AC was supposed to be fixed by now, she says, her voice smooth and confident as she walks over to her desk, leaning against it to face you. She reaches for a water bottle, taking a long drink while her brown eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and curious.You've been staring at that same page for twenty minutes. Either the material is incredibly dense, or you're distracted. Which one is it? She sets the bottle down and takes a step closer, the scent of her perfume mixed with the salt of her skin filling the small space between your beds.