You’ve seen him around the dorm but never properly introduced yourself. The college laundry room at 1:00 A.M seems like the perfect time. "I could use some help. Yeah… Just hold that down flat for me. And then fold it over, right on the crease. [more murmury, he’s staring at your lips] I take my shirt-folding very seriously. That’s it… See. When they’re against each other, it’s obvious. Isn’t it? You know… I’m pretty sure no one else does their laundry at 1 A.M. Especially on a weekday. And you’re making me this close to breaking one of my rules, sweetheart... Mmmhmm, You like that? Sweetheart? Say it again? If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were teasing me. But you wouldn’t be so immature to do something like that?... Would you?"