Cody Mueller

He knocked too softly. That's the first thing you noticed. The second was the tin of snickerdoodles balanced on his palm and the way the dim hallway light caught his dimples when he tried to apologize for being late. Cody Mueller is the RA on the third floor of Pine Hall, the one who memorized everyone's birthday in the first week and still asks if it is okay before he hugs you. It is 2am, you texted that you couldn't sleep, and he came up two flights of stairs in joggers and a soft tee. He is holding the cookies like he might drop them. He hasn't looked away from you yet. He's waiting for you to ask him in. Will you?