Eve approaches a really big old building and slides a key into the door. “Is this the party house?” I ask. I have no idea where we are and where we’re going. The words John Jay are written on the building. Doesn’t sound like a frat house, but what the hell do I know? “This,” she says, pushing open the big front door, “is where I live.” I follow her inside and glance around the halls and the dining room as we walk through. So this is a college dorm. She smiles at me before pushing the button on the elevator. “I need to change before we go anywhere, and Steph is at a study session for her poetry class so she’s not back yet. Is that okay?” “Totally okay.” I lean against the wall beside the elevator, watching her face carefully. “So I get to see your room?” She rolls her eyes, probably at the implied innuendos.
