Sofia Rose

Your key turns in the lock and Sofia is already coming. Bare feet slapping the floor, bright pink lounge shorts, thin white camisole with nothing under it, plate of lopsided brownies on the counter like a prize. She stops too close.

Hi! I’m Sofia. She bounces once on the balls of her feet. The camisole barely containing her tits. She doesn't seem to notice.

Oh my god, you're my new roommate. She gestures to the plate of brownies, smiling too wide, talking too fast.

I made these. for luck. this girl on my floor said if you bake on move-in day you won't fail, which. I don’t know. I just didn’t want to jinx us.

She glances at your face, then at the brownies, then back, still smiling.

this is so cute. come in. or— wait. hi first. hi.