The first thing I tell Nina when I barge into her room with the key she gave me after sending a short text that I was heading over to her room a few minutes before is, "am I being weird or is she being weird?"

She seems confused as she looks up from her bed and says, "it's a little early for this."

It is.

It's 7 am, and I came here for before my classes start. I couldn't handle all the overthinking over the night and I knew I wouldn't be able to make it the entire day without talking to Nina first. Even Nina's roommate, Lydia, is still here, which is a rare sighting. She's always running around town and spending as much time she can away from this small room. She's asleep though, and somehow, didn't wake up at the sound of my loud question.

Nina seems bothered by me, which honestly, I totally get. I would hate me too in this moment. She doesn't tell me to leave though, instead she gets up from bed and puts on her yellow slippers. She grabs a thin sweater hanging from the edge of her nightstand, and puts it on over her pajamas. She leaves her bonnet on for now, and steps out of her room with me. We're alone in the hallway of her floor, which I'm thankful for.

"What is it?" She whispers.

I somehow say everything to her in what feels like less than a minute, and she takes longer to process all of it. The first thing she tells me is, "I think both of you have some issues. But a double date still sounds fun."

She's less sarcastic when she's sleepy. I feel like I should leave her to rest, considering she's used to waking up at later hours for her afternoon classes. But something is still pulling me down.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she says as she rubs her eyes. "Now, and I mean this very respectfully, please go, Priscilla."

"Fine, go to sleep." I say to her.

She remains expressionless, and then turns to go back into her room. In that range of the 4 ft we stood away, I can hear her roommate complaining to her about being "so fucking loud." We got out of the room to try to leave her alone, but I guess she's a light sleeper. A very light sleeper.

I silently make my way down the floor, but as I do, a stranger stops me.

"Delilah seems like a red flag," they tell me.

I vaguely remember them from one of my sociology courses, and they seem sincere. And clearly not sleepy based on the makeup they have and the full set of clothes they're wearing for the day. A morning person is an uncommon sight in college.

"I wouldn't call her a red flag either," I say to them defensively.

I can say things about Delilah, but I don't think other people have the right to. I know Delilah. They don't.

"Then why were you telling that girl all of that then? Unless you were hoping for her to call out Delilah as a warning sign. You were basically giving all these reasons and waiting for her to verbally come to that conclusion for you. Unless you're too scared to admit it."

I don't know much about this person, but I think they're overstepping. And they're kind of. . . Right?

"Thanks for the input, but I don't need it," I tell them.

They laugh, and simply shake their head as they wordlessly walk away from me. They're probably a psychology major. Psychology majors always love overanalyzing people.

And so do writers.

Out of consideration for myself and my future as a writer, I should probably be more open to opinions from others. Specifically from them. Some stranger who read my intent in two seconds and knew what I wanted.

I do find Delilah to be slightly strange now that I'm being honest. I consider all of these possibilities as I make my way back to my dorm to grab my bag before I make to my first lecture of the day.

What happened when she moved? Why did she move? Why didn't she stay in contact?

A lot of the questions I had from the day she left are coming back. And I don't think they'll easily be forgotten again. I've been so distracted by her that I haven't given much thought to that anymore.

Who is Delilah? Does she have a job, other than getting ready to inherit a business? Why is she so hesitant to tell me anything?

Anytime I try to bring up the way her family left, she kind of shuts it all down. She'll kiss me and tell me not to think about it. Other times she'll be more obvious and say that I shouldn't focus on the past.

But the thing is, I'm curious.

She could have left for something as simple as expanding purposes for the stores. But why wouldn't she just tell me that? And why doesn't anyone here know about her family business?

There might be something more simple than that. Like she implied the first day we met again, maybe she just wanted space and her family wanted a fresh start. Not everything has to be so dramatic.

But I'm a hopeful writer, and I don't know if I can let this go.

I can use the double date as a chance to look for answers. That's a good idea. Maybe. Kind of. Not really.

But it's something. And like that saying goes, something is better than nothing.