Invite Chester to join the study group!

Chester and Ayaddeen are still in some weird manly stare-off, after you cought Chester catching you during sex in the dorm's library.

"We were just... studying, Chester!" you exclaim. "No need to report anything to anyone!" You give the two boys your best vapid smile as both turn to you, now reminded that you are there, too. "So maybe, like, you could totally join our study group, too!" Now their stare turns to incredulity.

Ayaddeen breaks the resulting silence first. "Emcey, we just shared such an intimate first moment, I don't think... and..." he gestures helplessly at Chester. "...and I don't think he's into me anyway!"

"Right. No way." Chester confirms. "In hell."

Ayaddeen grabs your arm and you let him pull you a few meters aside. "Are you always this... insatiable?" Ayaddeen asks, and you begin blushing. "Yes, he looks like a great guy, but he's a senior."

"A junior." you correct. "And he's cute. You've seen the freckles, have you?"

"Oh yes." he huffs. "Fine. Do him however you like. I'm outta here." and with these words he turns and gets his study material, ready to storm off. Then he stops and deflates. "You MUST wash your tongue as soon as possible, and with soap. Before you... you understand? Hmpf. Have a nice evening."

And now you are alone with Chester, who is busying himself with mopping again, trying to return all the spilt water into his hucket. You get to the border of the wet floor, and call him out.

"Hey Chester, I was serious before. We made trouble for you, and I want to make it up." you shake your hips a little.

He blinks. "Uhhhhm. Is this a joke?" You shake your head no, and he stares at your buff midriff. "Right. But definitely not here. And I'm supposed to finish the cleaning by 22:00 sharp." he says, pointing at the far wall.

You check the clock which tells you that it's quarter past already. "Okay." you reply. "I'll go and like, hit the showers on the other side. But I'm totally going to wait for you." To that, he nods and wrings out the mop again.

You return to the table to pack your things. "Oh." On the table sits a sandwich. Cheese, eggs and lettuce, no meat. It looks the same as the first sandwich you wished into existence, like, two days ago. Your eyes return to the library clock. The second appearance of the voice happened about 24 hours ago. And the first test-wish you made yesterday, was again for a sandwich. So this means...

You dimly remember what the voice said. So this means... one wish per day, for now? And only the first wish of the evening is granted, but 24 hours later? It seems that way, does it. You wished for the sandwich yesterday, and now it materialized here.

You eye the sandwich. It looks great, but you cannot eat it. Not with your toothless mouth.

So you offer it to Chester who accepts it with visible distrust. "There's nothing in it, right?" he demands, clutching his mop.

You goggle at him. "Cheese, butter, eggs... wait, you mean, like, poison?"

"Errr?? Nah, ****. To make you look hotter or something. Wait, have you **** me already?"

"No! Why would I?"

He stares at you with what you can only describe as confusion.

"Because I think you're hot, and you asked me out. At work. That doesn't happen." Chester lifts his bucket with the mop and lugs it towards a side door. A storage closet, you see as he opens it. His head swivels towards you and he scratches his arms. "Nobody asks out a janitor at work." he says accusingly.