Amira looked surprised, almost pleasantly.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, a gentle rise in her tone.
There was something about the way Amira spoke that caused every situation to feel softer. Her tone was calm, delicate, and extremely composed. Even now, with her surprise showing, there was no clumsy panic in it.
She simply looked at him with open interest, her dark straight hair falling over one shoulder before she swept it back with a quick motion, fully opening the door for him.
Lancet lifted the key slightly. "I'm moving in here," he said. "I just got promoted."
Amira's brows rose. "Promoted?" she repeated, as though she wanted to hear it again just to make sure it was real.
Lancet nodded and held up his new room assignment form. "Gold Dorm. Room 222."
Amira looked at the paper, then at him, then smiled a little more openly. If Lancet wasn't crazy, he would have thought that she was really happy for him, or really happy to see him.
