(1) Dormitories
"You are…?"
In the college dormitory room, Kara was lost for words when she saw Natasha, who was stunning.
She soon left her admiration state, though.
She regained her full mind and replied,
"You could be assigned to the room or not… I'm not certain. What is the room number you were assigned to downstairs?"
The red-haired girl with an erotic body and tight clothes who had just entered and announced her name stated, curious,
"Fourth floor, Room 415? Is it the correct one? I double-checked the door…"
Kara said as she stood up and walked toward her with her hand out.
"It's the right one, yes. At the very least, it should be… Glad to have you here, roomie, I'm Kara, by the way. Can you repeat your name?"
As she set her bags down on the marble floor, Natasha grinned and introduced herself once more,
"It's Natasha. Natasha Romanoff. I'm from Russia. Be patient with me because I'm is still learning about American culture and American behaviors… I hope we get along well as roommates."
Surprised, Kara shook her hand and said,
"Russia? You don't have an accent, so I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me.
Natasha stated,
"Thanks… I've been attending specialized English classes in my home country for some time. In the past few weeks while I was in America, I've been hearing what you just said about my good accent, though."
Kara said, naively and innocently,
"I see. That is the reason. Special classes? That's great. You came here prepared. Did you learn anything useful about American culture or anything else in those classes?"
Natasha winced for a split second.
Too quick a moment for it to be noticed…
But then, looking at the unoccupied bed, she nodded and asked, ignoring the question,
"Can I put my bags on the other bed? Wait, I see bags there, though… Are they yours?
Kara responded without thinking, leaving her sentence incomplete,
"These are my boyfriend's bags. They…"
Kara quickly felt bad saying the word "boyfriend" after she finished blurting it out.
Natasha's stunning beauty, on the other hand, prevented her from changing her lying statement on a subconscious level seconds later as she half-went into her thoughts…
Some irrational sensation was stopping her from and correcting her statement and telling the truth.
She suddenly felt as if correcting her words meant admitting defeat, giving up on something in some mystical way.
Kara became possessive and felt threatened for no apparent reason.
Yet, she also felt like she wasn't wrong to be…
She immediately understood why Vincent acted the way he did with Matt earlier.
"Boyfriend?"
Natasha inquired, surprised.
As she stared at Kara, her smirk grew larger out of curiosity and interest.
She joked,
"You're probably quick with those claws then, girl, because the new term for freshmen hasn't even begun… Plus, given your cute appearance, your guy can't be at the bottom of the campus in terms of good looks, can he?"
"Cute? This… Well…" Kara stuttered, unsure what to say in response to Natasha's words.
Her roommate's frankness and outspokenness surprised her a bit.
Kara finally grinned. Not because she didn't feel nervous.
She was even more concerned because Natasha seemed to fit Vincent perfectly in terms of what he liked to look at and her speech.
"Mhm? Did I say something inappropriate?" Natasha inquired while taking a seat on the bed away from Vincent's bags.
With some sort of strategy in mind, Kara shook her head. Before she lost hope once more cruelly in a few days, she had to be fixed… Now…
She said,
"I was just reflecting on the fact that I haven't eaten a thing all day. Are you cool if I order pizza? Which pizzas do you prefer?"
Natasha was stunned, her eyes wide, but she swiftly responded after pausing for a moment,
"… Pizzas? I've been travelling across America for several hours, so I haven't had anything to eat. Yes, I would want one. But at this hour in the evening… is it appropriate to pass a meal order? The pizza place is already closed, right?"
Kara chuckled. She stated,
"Now that you've asked this question, it's more obvious to me that you are a foreigner. You must cook your food and eat at precise times, I suppose. Most Americans, especially those who are similar to us in age, don't have much time to eat. We eat late, too."
The dubious Natasha asked, "Really?" She was a little taken aback, saying. "If that is the case, I will order a small margherita."
Kara was taken aback by her quick decision. They appeared to share similar tastes…
"I'll pass the order now, then," she said, trying to push a bad thought away.
"If you order some for your boyfriend as well, tell him to come and take away all of his bags," Natasha said after nodding. "I don't mean to be rude, Kara, but this is a mess."
"…" Kara was silent as she put her hands on her laptop.