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Charlie had only been waiting by the door for, at most, five minutes. She hoped she'd be able to obtain the key again and slip inside the dorm without anyone seeing her (especially because the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself) but it appeared fate had not wished this so. She had just taken out a book mark and was using it to gingerly scootch the small metal piece closer towards her when a sharp voice pierced into the quiet veil that had consumed the corridor up until then. ""What... Exactly are you trying to do?" the question, along with the irritated tone and clearly masculine pitch, elicited a jumpy reaction from Charlie. After a painfully feminine yelp and flinch, she turned around to face the abrasive entity with anxiousness gleaming in her chocolate eyes. Would he notice how girly of a shriek that was...? A huge knot was growing in the back of her throat and as she tried to speak, she found that no words could come out. So, she just sat there on the floor staring at the lanky, blond boy for at least a couple of seconds, all too similar to a deer caught in the headlights.

Once her brain could process that it was silly to act this way, since the man would probably not harm her in anyway, she was finally able to get out a "Um, I... uh." which was at least a start. To shake off most of the rest of her nerves, she shook her head and put on a smile. "I had dropped my key to the room and it had slid under the door. I'm a new transfer student and this... um, this is supposed to be my room." She had said in a forcibly friendly manner. She could already tell that this boy would be her roommate, and if there was anything Charlie wouldn't be able to handle, it would be having a roommate who hated her guts. It would surely crack her already fragile self. Realizing it was rather queer to be sitting on the floor, she hopped to her feet with a considerable amount of spring and dusted off her pants before extending her hand for a shake.

"I am Charlie Rivers. Pleasure to meet you." She said, voice still quivering slightly towards the end in another fit of social inadeptness. With her hand already in the air, she realized what a mistake that was. If anything about Charlie was in the least-bit lady like, it was 1) her eyelashes and 2) her hands. Her hands were small, petite, smooth- not a single scrap or callus or bit of roughness to them. She stopped herself from yanking it back down to her side and did her best to put on a poker face to make it seem as if there was nothing strange at all about the handshake.