"Oh god no. She was always lecturing everyone about the evils of caffeine." Selby shrugged apologetically. "Not that I mean to dis a sister. She was really sweet, and a great painter. Other than the coffee thing she was wonderful."
She dabbed at a spot on table with the logo-imprinted napkin she'd grabbed at the counter. "No roommate is perfect, right? How goes it with yours?"
Selby was always hungry for news about the men of Ainsworth. Soon parties, formals and other events would be in full swing, and the more intel she gathered the better her dating options.