They lie next to each other, talking in Spanish and looking at their phones while I finish getting ready. I keep glancing over at them. They’re at a level of comfort that can only come from a lifetime of friendship, the way they spend all their time together and drape themselves over each other and don’t give a damn what anyone has to say about it. They’ll probably dorm together next year, since they’ll actually have a choice in roommates their sophomore year.
