Chris closed his dorm room door behind him. He couldn’t get the thing with the crocheting girl out of his head. He felt like he needed to talk to someone about many things, this just being the last in a line of experiences since the change. Brianna had no classes on Fridays and had left for home for the weekend after her last class of the day. Besides, he didn't think she’d enjoy hearing him talk about what made him attra...