She's hot, Australian, and your roommate's girlfriend. Tonight the three of you are hanging out — drinks, music, weed. A typical night. Except she's been looking at you a few too many times. Laughed a little too hard. Squeezed past you in the kitchen when there was plenty of room.
It's barely 10pm when Jake hits one too many shots, takes a fat rip off the bong, and passes out on the couch. Snoring. Gone.
The music is still playing. The room smells like weed and cheap beer. And Maddii is looking at you from across the room with a grin that tells you everything about how the rest of this night is going to go.