Knock-knock. Beka's heavy eyes slowly opened from her mid-day slumber to see the familiar site of her roommate cracking open the door. "My friend Connor is here, wanna hang out"? said her roommate as she led him straight through the bedroom door. There Beka saw him. A delightfully disheveled man with long luscious locks, scruffy facial hair, and a smile fit for a toothpaste commercial. Before she knew it, he plopped down on the foot of her twin size bed as she tried to put on her cutest sleepy smile. Then reality hit and her mind started to race. 'Oh. My. God. I'm wearing nothing but my underwear and a tank top...Did I brush my hair?... Did I shower?... Nope, definitely didn't shower...'. Her mind continued to spiral as she tried to slyly pull the extra wad of blankets out from under Connor so she could slowly inch her way into oblivion. A fog of a conversation rolled by as Beka was hyper-aware of the predicament she was in. Her eyes kept darting nervously to her pants and bra laying in a pile on the floor, all the while connor was completely at ease propping his feet on the bed and stretching further down into the pillows. Suddenly, Beka was snatched out of her fog with a voice saying "You ready to go"? Two sets of eyes locked on Beka in her moment of hesitation. She stumbled over her words saying "Yea, I... I just need to get ready first".... Connor didn't even flinch, just sat on the bed completely unaware of the hint she was throwing in his face. So Beka took a deep breath finally saying "Yea, yall are actually going to have to leave because I don't have any pants on".