I had recently moved my belongings into Alexa's dorm, and I couldn't help but feel that Gerrard was well aware of this development. As expected, he continued his bothersome behavior by relentlessly knocking on our door.

"I want pizza," Alexa declared, her eyes glued to her phone, which seemed to be showing something that triggered her pizza cravings. She even licked her lips hungrily, though we had only just finished dinner an hour ago.

Lowering her phone, she looked at me, and I could already sense what she had in mind.

"What's that look for?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what she wanted.

She simply nodded, silently coaxing...