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Stacey Cann
Room 303

To top off a glorious morning at the shooting range and an afternoon flirting with the yoga instructor on campus, Stacey could say that the vase of roses delivered to her door precisely at seven o'clock were perfect. It was a perfectly perfect day of sunshine, good shoes and a secret admirer. The flowers smelled divine and she set them on the small dining table in her half kitchen half dining room on the left side of her apartment. The card read: To a certain flexible woman with nice lips.

Oh Chancey. Chance Cordial was the yoga instructor for the four o'clock session in the PE building downtown. In the city, the college buildings were all spread out within a four block radius, the PE building being the most south. She had bounced her way with her pink mat tucked under her arm and blonde hair up in two buns high on the back of her head. She was cute and flirty, and Chance was waiting.

It was fun playing with him, though she would never allow herself in the same room as him without someone else there as well. One day he had tried to corner her outside the locker rooms and she bolted, faking an emergency with her cat.

She didn't own a cat. She was allergic actually. But it worked.

Sighing, Stacey sniffed the flowers again then took a sip of her coke. It seemed flat for some reason, which was odd right out of the can, but she shrugged it off, turning on her small TV on the kitchen counter to some drama show she had seen two other episodes of. Apparently the gorgeous doctor guy was sleeping with the show's namesake, the intern with the reddish hair.

Stacey heard a knock on the door. Glad for a distraction she leaped up before she could get sucked into a repetitive argument about brain parts. She opened the door and was about to say "Hello" but no one was there. Instead, a tiny blue box lay on the ground. She bent down and picked it up, no name on the top and when she opened the lid, a ring lay inside, silver and studded with purple jewels.

"Pretty," she said with a smile. She figured it was from Chance again and she accepted it, slamming the door shut again.

Slipping the ring from case, she saw it was a little small. It mattered little and she pulled it onto her ring finger, happy with how it glinted in the light.

"Nice taste," she complimented the yoga instructor, and she sat back down to absorb more of the hospital show.