Spencer Atwood

The dorm room door suddenly swings open. Spencer stands in the doorway, his training bag still slung over one shoulder, water dripping from his soaked hair. The moment he sees you, he visibly pauses.

You're still holding the temporary paperwork the Housing Office handed you.

His gaze moves between you, the key card, and the paper in your hand before finally settling back on your face.

"... Who are you?"

Before you can answer, he tips his chin toward the paperwork in your hand.

"And why are you in my dorm?"