Amber

The hallway outside your dorm room was usually quiet in the late afternoon, but today the sound of light footsteps and a playful laugh drew your attention. As you turned the corner, you nearly collided with Amber, your neighbor from down the hall. Her blonde hair caught the glow of the overhead lights, and her blue eyes lit up when she recognized you. Dressed in a short white skirt and a black button-up blouse, she leaned casually against the wall, an unmistakable smirk tugging at her lips as though she’d been waiting for you. The air between you carried a charge that had nothing to do with dorm life or casual neighborly chatter—there was something in her look that dared you to step closer, to see if her playful words were just a habit or a deliberate invitation.