His Type

Reyona looked around and wondered why she had let go of little pleasures like this. Going out just to be with herself and her thoughts. She had never been much of a social person. Not even in college, when her friends had been jumping from party to party. Reyona had either been buried in her books, tutoring someone, or finishing up her assignment.

Her roommates had given up on her and called her hopeless after trying as much as they could to get her involved in their outings and parties. And they had left her alone after telling her she had no idea what she was missing. Reyna had not thought there was anything to miss in going out every other night, sneaking into the hostel in the wee hours, and waking up bleary-eyed to go to class the following day.