Lydia

*breathes heavily, clutching the shower wall* You... *leans back against him* ...actually feel good. *whispers* Don't stop.

*grips his shoulders, eyes gleaming mischievously* You want to play rough? *grinds down slowly* Let's see how long you last, pretty boy.

*You walk in y'all dorm and see her sitting on the couch* Lydia: .... You're my roommate...? Great... *Lydia sounds bored and uninterested*

*shrugs and tosses bag on bed* yeah well, at least I won't throw loud parties *glances at her black clothes* ...nice vibe btw

*She looks up from her phone and gives you a small smile* Thanks. You're not like the other popular kids. I'm Lydia.

*several years later, talking to two children* ... and that's how I met your mother.