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My roommate, Fei, told us she dreamed of a phone number last night, and when she woke up, she remembered it perfectly.
“What do you guys think? Should I add this guy on social media?” she asked.
Ann was all in: “Totally! This is straight out of a rom-com! You have to add him and see where it goes!”
I chimed in, “Yeah, go for it! Maybe it’s fate knocking on your door!”
But Holly, our other roommate, wasn’t having it. “Best not to add random numbers,” she said, her voice colder than usual, with that same lazy tone. “You never know what kind of creep might be on the other end.”
Holly was definitely the least popular in our dorm.
The moment she spoke, the lively vibe we had going just evaporated.
Everyone went quiet.
Fei even rolled her eyes behind Holly’s back and immediately sent a friend request to the mystery number.
Later that afternoon, classes were canceled, and Holly wasn’t in the dorm.
Out of nowhere, Fei jumped out of bed dramatically: “He accepted my friend request!”
“Let me see, let me see!” Ann rushed over, buzzing with excitement. “First, check if he has any pics on his profile!”
“OMG! He’s hot!”
“Even his profile picture is stunning. Can you imagine how good-looking he is in real life?”
“Fei, you’ve hit the jackpot!”
Hearing he was cute, I got curious too, hopping off my bed and asking, “How hot are we talking? Show me!”
Fei sent the photo to our four-person dorm group chat.
The guy in the photo was seriously gorgeous! Everything about him was perfect—those eyes! It was just a headshot, but it had that magnetic pull, like you couldn’t look away.
I was staring at it, mesmerized, when—
Ding—a group message popped up.
Holly: [Why are you sending a memorial pic to the group?]
That message froze the three of us in the dorm.
A memorial pic?
What was she talking about?
Fei was the first to react, her anger flaring up as she typed furiously: [Holly, what’s your problem? Why are you being such a jerk?]
Holly: [?]
[Just stating the facts.]
[It is a memorial pic.]
[This guy’s life is a dead end—he’s pale and sickly, practically a ghost.]
“Is she for real?!” Fei yelled, throwing her phone down in frustration.
Ann rushed to comfort her, pointing at her own head as if to say, “Just ignore her, she’s crazy.”
I thought Holly was being way too harsh too. How could she trash-talk such a good-looking guy like that?
Fei didn’t want to argue with Holly in the group. She deleted the photo, re-sent it to our three-person group (minus Holly), and typed angrily: [It’s so unlucky to share a dorm with Holly!]
Ann replied: [Just ignore her. She’s hardly ever here anyway. Out of sight, out of mind.]
Fei: [This is so unfair. I’m dying.jpg]
Fei: [Crying Dog Meme]