Linda bounded up the stairs and knocked on Zoe's door. The Goth girl peeked her head out. "What?" She said, annoyed.
"Can I come in?" Linda asked.
Zoe looked like she might snap at Linda for asking, but then thought better of it. "I guess," she said, opening the door.
As she did, she felt a sudden chill, and shivered. Must be a draft. she thought.
