I opened it and, to my surprise, found Kervin standing there—with Rosalie by his side.
Rosalie's face lit up with a practiced, apologetic smile.
"Danna, we're not disturbing you, are we?"
Kervin leaned slightly, peering past me into my dorm. His gaze landed on the small suitcase I had deliberately placed in plain sight. His brows knit together ever so faintly.
"Something you need?" I asked coolly, blocking the doorway without offering to let them in.
"Oh, it's nothing serious," he replied casually, drawing his eyes back.
"Rosalie wants to head to the station early tomorrow, so I'm helping her pack. Thought I'd stop by to check on you, too."
His eyes slid back to my suitcase, sharp with scrutiny. "You... managed to get a ticket? A standing one? Are you on the same train as us?"
Rosalie blinked innocently at me, her voice tinged with concern. "If you're on the same train, that'd be perfect. We could look out for each other—help with luggage and all that."
I studied her fake, oh-so-considerate expression, and finally spoke, slowly and evenly, "I didn't buy a ticket."
Both of them froze.