A Tough Week; Alleviated by Yoga Class

College coursework starts kicking your ass.

It's possible--probable, even--that the pandemic got you way too used to being able to slack off. Now, professors are hoping to get you working again. And they are succeeding. You once had day after day free to flirt with girls. But now, contacting anyone you know results in a simple rejection. "Sorry, I'm studying."

It doesn't take long to realize that everyone is looking forward to the Delta Gamma party. That's where all the socialization will be happening. Everyone except Emma and Megan that is.

"You're really going to that thing?" Emma scoffs, when you ask her.

"I mean...uh, I don't know. Maybe?" You say in response.

She rolls her eyes. "Just a bunch of morons getting drunk off their asses. Even if you went for a hookup, you'd just get whiskey dick."

Megan, on the other hand, has responsibilities as an RA.

The week rolls around back to your second, and final, yoga class. This time, you insist on not letting opportunities for interaction pass you by. It's hard to talk to either Yasmin or Alice during the class, but as soon as it gets out, you're determined to follow at least one of them and get some socialization in.

But which one?