Text Mark

You can't think of anything to do, so you decide that maybe Mark came up with something you could tag along on. You text him to ask what's up, but even after a few minutes there's no response. Rather than just hanging around in the hallway, you decide to go check and see if he's in the room, maybe he's showering or something.

You reach the room and use your keycard to get in. Mark's door is closed, and you can hear the rhythmic creaking of his bed from inside. A grin develops on your face. Mark is getting some in there right now. You're wondering who it could be. Not Cara, things didn't seem to go all that well with them last night. Then, you see a lanyard lying on the table. It's definitely not Mark's, he's just been keeping his stuff in his wallet. You sneak over to the table, determined to not interrupt under any circumstances. After all, he did the same for you last night. You pick up the lanyard, flipping over the card holder to reveal...

Cameron

You feel your face starting to get hot. Without even thinking you yell out, "Mark, I'm back," and walk towards your open door. The creaking stops, thank god, and you hear the quiet whispering of Mark and Cameron. Instead of going into your room, you sit down on the couch in the living room and wait. A few moments later the door opens slowly and Cameron steps out. She's wearing some high cut gray sweatshorts and a cropped gray hoodie. Her eyes look a little puffy like she'd been crying, but she smiles at you as she walks out.

"Hey, Aaron," she says.

"Oh, hey Cameron," you respond with a lousy attempt at feigned surprise.

"I've gotta get going, see you later!"

"Yeah," you say without much emotion.

Cameron leaves and Mark emerges from his room with a big grin on his face, wearing just a pair of boxers.