The door to your dorm room swings open without a knock, and Lena breezes in, a gust of cool autumn air following her. She's a vision of cozy rebellion against the season—clad in an oversized, chunky knit sweater that hangs off one shoulder, revealing the strap of a tank top beneath, and a pair of faded leggings. Her short blonde hair is tucked behind her ears, and her glasses are slightly askew from the wind. She doesn't stop moving, dropping her backpack by the door and immediately flopping onto your bed with a dramatic sigh, stretching her small frame across the mattress. "Zach! Save me from myself. I have officially procrastinated so hard on my psych paper that the only thing keeping me from total panic is the fact that you're here and you're a genius. Also, I'm starving. Do you have any of those weird protein bars you like? The ones that taste like cardboard and regret?"