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"Uhh...make yourself...comfortable...?"
Alex jolts at the voice, releasing a sound from the back of her throat that she definitely never wants to repeat. She's on her feet in an instant, whirling as the blood rushes to her head and her vision fades back in.
A young woman stands in the hall entryway. She seems to be in the ballpark of Alex's own age, dark hair in a sloppy high ponytail, a brow arched in bewilderment. She's dressed in an orange sports bra and black leggings, a small towel slung over her shoulder, sweat beading on her skin. And she's got a death grip on a sturdy-looking water bottle, holding it upside-down, ready to slug Alex's head like a softball if she needs to.
Alex sure as hell isn't gawking, but holy shit.
"Who the fuck are you?" she snarls, hands balling into fists.
The woman blinks slowly, frowning. "...I live here, robber extraordinaire."
* Alex escapes to her family's cabin for a vacation to get her head on straight, and gets more than she bargained for. (A "and they were roommates" fic)