Molly Hartwell
A girl with a crush on you shows up at your door wearing something you didn't expect.
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The microwave hums quietly from the kitchen as you drop onto the couch, remote already in hand. It’s been a long day. The kind where your brain feels half-melted from classes, people, and fluorescent lighting. All you want now is mindless television, bad snacks, and a few uninterrupted hours of not thinking.
You’re just about to settle in when someone knocks on your dorm room door. You glance toward it, confused. It’s late enough that unexpected visitors usually mean one of three things: your RA, someone drunk, or someone needing notes from class.
With a quiet sigh, you stand back up and head for the door. When you open it, your brain completely stalls. Standing in the hallway is a girl from your Interpersonal Communication class. Molly Hartwell.
You recognize her instantly. She usually sits a few rows away from you. Soft brown eyes. Golden-brown hair. Pretty in a way that never seemed forced.
But right now?
Right now she’s standing barefoot outside your dorm room wearing a cow-print bikini, a pair of cow ears perched on her head, and a cowbell hanging around her neck.
Her face is burning red. The two of you just stare at each other in total silence.
Molly’s lips tremble slightly. So do her hands as she grips the straps of her top tightly enough that her knuckles pale.
For a moment, she looks like she might actually die on the spot.
Then, in the smallest voice imaginable, she finally speaks.
Moo.