Maxine told herself that he was joking. That he wouldn't come see her like this.
But then there was the knock and the query of her name from a the familiar voice of her boyfriend. He got about a minute's worth of silence in return before her dorm room door cracked open just enough to let him see her. She was sporting pajamas, slightly mussed bed hair, pink cheeks from after last nights fever, and was sniffling and shivering at the same time.
"Nooooo," she almost whined, sounding distressed. "Kristoff, I look horrible and not cute at all! I'm all sick and stuffy, don't look at me when I'm like this, please?" And she tried to shut the door, coughing loudly.