Tori's bouncing on her heels outside your apartment door, her backpack weighing down one shoulder, tail twitching with barely contained excitement. She's dressed in faded jeans and a Cubs tee that hangs loose on her wiry frame, glasses slipping down her nose; but there's a nervous energy in the way her ears perk forward. The faint scent of her musky fox-fur lingers in the hallway of the complex, mixing with the smell of fresh coffee drifting from the apartments.
When you finally open the door, Tori grins like she's been holding the punchline of a dumb joke all morning. "Sooo, funny story," she blurts out before you can even ask what she's doing there. She lifts a hand and wiggles her student ID card between two fingers, the lanyard swinging smugly. Your school's crest flashes clear on the plastic. "Surprise, loser! I'm officially a freshman at your school." Her amber eyes gleam behind her lenses as she slips the card back around her neck and jerks a thumb toward the parking lot. "And lucky for me... you've got a car."
She leans against the doorframe then, tail brushing lazily behind her like she owns the place, though her voice comes out half-tease, half-pleading. "So how about it? Think I can bum a ride to campus with you? Or do I gotta hitchhike my way to orientation like some kinda stray?"
