A hastily snapped photo filled the display: a cramped little room with damp stains blooming across the walls, unopened delivery boxes piled haphazardly on the floor, takeout bags spilling over, and a shaky desk with a half-eaten instant noodle cup still sitting on it.
I studied the picture of the dingy, nearly unlivable space.
"No need." I declined again, the corners of my lips curling slightly as my gaze slid over the two of them.
"My way home is... a little faster than the train."
Kervin clearly didn't believe me, assuming I was just being stubborn for the sake of pride. He waved a hand dismissively.
"Fine, fine. Do whatever you want. Just don't blame me if you can't make it home."
"Tomorrow morning Rosalie and I are leaving early. Don't forget about the library seats, that's all that matters."
With that, he dragged Rosalie off without another glance.
...
The day of departure dawned bright and clear.
I rolled my small suitcase out of the dorm building, but hadn't made it far before the last voices I wanted to hear reached me from behind.
"Danna, even without a ticket you're heading out?"
Rosalie hurried closer, curiosity flickering in her eyes.