The alarm was initially at 7 a.m., but Millie couldn't peel herself out of bed in time, causing her and her friend to dash frantically, fearing they'd be late.
"Which floor?" Roseanne glanced at her before asking.
"Second floor." In contrast to her calm demeanor, Millie, running in a less than graceful manner, secretly clenched her teeth.
Stepping out of the elevator together, Millie noticed something odd when she saw the study materials in Roseanne's hand. "You're here to study at the library, too? Don't tell me you're thinking about grad school?"
Roseanne kept, and her expression was unreadable.
Millie couldn't hold back. "So many undergrads can't even pass those exams, and you, years out of college, think you have a shot?"
Without missing a beat, Roseanne replied, "Whether I make it or not isn't your concern, but are you saying you're one of those undergrads who couldn't make it?"
Millie was almost at her breaking point. She was a junior, not yet considering work, just starting to think about grad school. With a year ahead, she wasn't in a rush.
Her roommate had made a detailed study plan, while Millie had half-heartedly gotten through college, thinking if she got in. If not, she always had Murray to fall back on.
Roseanne's words hit a nerve. "You think everyone's like you? Whether I get in doesn't matter to me. He said he'd give me anything I want."
Roseanne didn't care to elaborate, "Is that so? Well, good luck keeping that confidence."
With that, she caught up to Carlisle, who had already moved ahead with the crowd.
Seeing Roseanne's retreating figure, the roommate turned to Millie, visibly annoyed, and curiously asked, "Who was that?"
"Just someone I've seen around a few times. Let's go. Didn't you want to get good seats?"
Halfway there, something struck Millie, who asked her roommate. "Hey, do you know how to cook oatmeal?"
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