“Sure,” you shrug as you answer your neighbours. “It’d be nice to have a guide, and I was headed out there anyways.” Meeting new people could be fun, but you’d rather do it on your own terms instead of being forced into it like some kind of circus animal being prodded with a stick. Besides, Whitney was okay. “Where are we going, though? My family and I grabbed groceries before I moved in.”
“Grabbin’ breakfast, for one.” Joe said simply. “Never start the day without it. I know a few places we can go, and on the way I can point out stuff like where you can grab groceries. Just because you’ve got food now doesn’t mean you won’t need more later, right?”
“If you could point out the nearest Timmies while you’re at it, that’d be great.” Whitney spoke up. “I literally can’t function without it.” You briefly consider pointing out that she seems to be functioning just fine without it right now, but you let the moment pass. You can tell from the look on Joe’s face that he’s thinking the exact same thing.
“Addict.” He scoffs jokingly, gesturing for the two of you to follow as he starts walking down the hall. Looking around, you can already see some students marking their rooms as their own and setting up plaques and whiteboards. Maybe you should get one yourself at some point. “Wait, what’s going on up there?”
The three of you round a corner and encounter an uncomfortable sight. A small group of police officers and campus security have set up shop at the end of the hall, cordoning off the furthest room and ensuring that nobody can get pass. A few of the students were nearby sparing glances towards the scene, but none of them seemed willing to actually let on that they were watching.