A/N: Thanks so much for all of the reviews. All of that positive feedback inspired me to update this ASAP. :)

Casey didn't have the privilege of meeting her roommate until the next morning. Upon seeing her for the first time, Casey wasn't sure what she had gotten herself into. Her blonde hair, blue-eyed roommate barged into their room around six in the morning without caring whether or not Casey was asleep or awake. She gingerly laid her Louis Vuitton luggage down on the bed and turned on every light in the room. She hadn't even been formally introduced to her and Casey already knew she was noisy and inconsiderate.

"Do you mind turning that off?" Casey asked as politely as she could.

"But it's morning," her roommate responded. "You should be awake already. This is law school, not our undergrad years."

"Class doesn't start until tomorrow," Casey reminded her.

"I know," her roommate said and rolled her eyes. "That means we only have one day to unpack and make this place look decent. I'm Serena, by the way."

"I'm Casey. Nice to meet you, I guess." It was a lie, but Casey didn't want her to know she wasn't too thrilled with her first impression.

Her roommate Serena served as the first reminder that Casey was no longer at a public university. All of her friends from her undergraduate years were from working-class or middle-class families. A few of them lived comfortably, but were far from wealthy. Serena Southerlyn was the poster child for Old Money. She came in wheeling designer luggage, wearing an outfit that cost as much as Casey's entire wardrobe, and acting as if she was entitled to everything. She's going to crash and burn here, Casey thought until it finally dawned on her that this was Harvard Law School and Serena and her 'kind' were probably going to be the majority.

Casey came from a working-class background. There were times when her family struggled and money was tight, but there was always love in the Novak household. She started imagining what Serena's home life was like and that hypothetical Southerlyn household made Casey feel better about herself while, at the same time, feel bad about Serena. She imagined a loveless household where Serena was constantly judged by her parents. Casey hoped it wasn't true, but she had a feeling it was. Maybe she would try to befriend her after all.

Not wanting to interrupt Serena's packing, Casey quickly showered and threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top. She didn't know where to go in her new city, so she decided on something familiar, something that got her through her undergraduate years: coffee and lots of it. There was a Starbucks near campus and Casey saw it as the perfect place to unwind all the while exploring some of her new city.

After ordering her drink, Casey found an empty table nearby. Before she could even make her way toward the table, a blonde woman ran into her as she hurried over to that same table. The blonde's textbooks fell to the floor and, even worse, her coffee spilled all over Casey's shirt. Casey tried to make a joke about it, but the woman became flustered and grabbed some napkins so she could help Casey get cleaned up.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I really should have been more considerate. If you want the table, it's yours."

"Really, it's fine," Casey insisted. "I should take my coffee to go. On the plus side, at least yours was iced coffee. If not, I really would have taken a scalding."

She had expected her to laugh, but the young woman just looked at her expressionless, which made Casey feel bad for her. When her name was called, Casey said a quick goodbye to the blonde and headed back to her apartment. She had barely moved to Cambridge and she was already having the worst luck. Not wanting to get into any other embarrassing situations, Casey decided unpacking with Serena probably wasn't such a bad idea.

Alex spent the rest of the day feeling embarrassed. It was rare that a woman caught her eye and the one time it actually happens, she ends up spilling coffee all over her. Had Alex been in a romantic comedy, she would have asked the fiery redhead on a date and then kissed her that very night, but her life was far from a romantic comedy. She was 24-years-old and hadn't done so much as kiss a woman since she was 19.

Against her will, Alex went out with Abbie later that night. Abbie was a fun person, but going out with her was always the same and it had been ever since they met during their first year of law school. While at a bar, Abbie had received some unwanted attention, so Alex decided to step in and pretend she was her girlfriend. Never being one to learn a lesson, Abbie immediately hit on Alex and after Alex declined she bought her a drink anyway and they spent the rest of the night talking. From that night on, they were inseparable and Abbie realized there were benefits to having a female friend who didn't want to sleep with her.

When they got to the bar, Alex ordered a drink while Abbie began sizing up her prospects. Once she saw two blondes talking to each other in the corner, Alex knew she had lost her for the night.

Alex was on her second drink by the time Abbie returned acting like a cat in heat.

"Lex, I'm going home with them. I'll see you in a few hours. You okay going home by yourself?"

"You're going home with both of them?" Alex asked in disbelief.

"Alex, they're twins," Abbie pointed out. "I'd be stupid if I didn't go home with them. I've had threesomes before, but never with twins. They think you're cute, too. You want to join us?"

"You know I'd never do that."

"Suit yourself," Abbie said and gave Alex a hug before leaving.

Alex closed her tab and decided to take the subway home. She was alone again and as she walked her thoughts went back to the woman she had spilled coffee on earlier that day.

That's the kind of woman I could see myself with, Alex thought while changing into her pajamas.