Naeun flipped her room key over and over in her hands. It was pretty enough to act as a necklace. She opted to look for a delicate, silver chain the next time she had the chance to go shopping.

She reclined back on her bed, her stuff already unpacked. She hadn't brought much really. Mostly clothes, toiletries, and her art supplies. Her parents had promised to send the rest of her things by the end of the week.

So she spent her free time on her coloring book; yes, it was a childish hobby that her old high school friends liked to about, but it was relaxing and she liked playing with the colors. Naeun didn't noticed that two hours had passed until an alarm sounded, startling her so much that she almost colored outside the lines.

Namjoo stirred awake, stretching her limbs and then turning off the little alarm clock on her nightstand. Naeun didn't say anything, only quietly went back to her work while Namjoo did the process of getting ready for her class.

It wasn't until she had finished doing her makeup that Namjoo turned to look at her. “Naeun, right?”

When she nodded, Namjoo continued, “Are you planning to go to the mess hall?”

At that