Hugo blinked, standing frozen in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights. Emily's expectant smile didn't falter, but her raised eyebrow suggested she was waiting for something.
Emily tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"
Hugo's brain short-circuited for a moment. 'Invite her in? Into my dorm? Where I live? With my… socks on the floor and my questionable choices in wall posters?!'
He jolted as if her words had just reminded him how doors worked. "Oh! Right, of course. Come in!" He stepped aside awkwardly, his mind screaming,
'Why is she here? What's happening?'
As she walked in, Hugo quickly scanned the room, praying it didn't look too much like a war zone.
He spotted an empty pizza box on the couch, a half finished soda can on the coffee table, and—dear God—Collins' collection of weird gym magazines stacked on the floor.
