I opened it and, to my surprise, found Kervin standing there—with Rosalie by his side.

Rosalie's face lit up with a practiced, apologetic smile.

"Danna, we're not disturbing you, are we?"

Kervin leaned slightly, peering past me into my dorm. His gaze landed on the small suitcase I had deliberately placed in plain sight. His brows knit together ever so faintly.

"Something you need?" I asked coolly, blocking the doorway without offering to let them in.

"Oh, it's nothing serious," he replied casually, drawing his eyes back.

"Rosalie wants to head to the station early tomorrow, so I'm helping her pack. Thought I'd stop by to check on you, too."

His eyes slid back to my suitcase, sharp with scrutiny. "You... managed to get a ticket? A standing one? Are you on the same train as us?"

Rosalie blinked innocently at me, her voice tinged with concern. "If you're on the same train, that'd be perfect. We could look out for each other—help with luggage and all that."

I studied her fake, oh-so-considerate expression, and finally spoke, slowly and evenly, "I didn't buy a ticket."

Both of them froze.

Rosalie was the first to recover, her tone carrying just the faintest trace of gloating. "What? You didn't? Oh no, Danna, how are you going to get home then? Even the standing tickets are gone? That's... really troublesome!"

Kervin's face darkened. "Danna, what have you been doing these past two days? Didn't I tell you to hurry up and get a ticket? Now you're saying you don't have one? What are you planning to do—walk all the way home from campus?"

Watching the two of them play a good cop and the bad cop almost made me laugh.

"I have my own way of going back," I said lightly.

Kervin narrowed his eyes. "What way could you possibly have?"

Kervin's tone was already laced with impatience.

"At a time like this you're still putting on an act? I knew it—you're never reliable. Can't handle anything, and now you're just going to blame me, say it's all my fault..."

"Kervin, don't be so harsh on Danna."

Rosalie tugged lightly at his sleeve before turning to me with a gentle look.

"Danna, if you really can't figure something out, my roommate has an apartment off campus. I can give you the key..."

She tapped a few times on her phone, then turned the screen toward me.