"Really? And here I thought that was an open invitation. Hurry up, I'd rather get my hands on it while I'm still young."
"Oh, god no." Tilly shivered at the very idea of Randall being in her room, the room she SHARED with her blessedly oblivious roommate who wouldn't like Randall any more than Tilly did, she was sure of that.
And off she went, scurrying back to the sanctuary of her room to raid her bookshelves. She'd skip the biography of Mawdrey Hepburn, but maybe one of her more far-fetched black comedy books... Yeah, that'd do.











