I love Janto: yeah and since she's a med student she needs all the sleep she can get.

Ligya M: thanks for the alert.

Silverdot320: thanks for the alert.

ashlanielle: thanks for the alert.

Molly rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn. She was struggling just to keep her eyes open and if she failed her exam she just might make good on her promise to kill him. I should have stayed on campus, Molly thought. At least none of my previous roommates had an interest in learning the violin.

"Molly?" a voice asked. She turned her head and saw John Watson just a few paces behind her. He was a fellow medical student and her friend as well she supposed. They often walked to university together. Molly stopped to let John catch up to her, feeling like she was going to fall asleep on the spot. "You look bloody exhausted."

"I couldn't sleep last night," she answered. "My neighbour decided to play- or rather murder- his violin at two a.m. last night. I had to go and tell him off." She groaned and ran her fingers though her hair. She was barely getting any sleep before the violin incident. Maybe she could fit in a cat nap after the exam was over. It was going to be hard not to sleep for a week after it was over. She checked her watch and then looked at John. "Come on, I need to get about a dozen cups of coffee before the exam starts." John followed after her to the nearest coffee shop.

"I hope we can both get some rest after the exams are done," John said. Molly nodded vigorously and they moved into the line at the counter.

She noticed a tall figure in a long coat move past them and realized that it was her neighbour. Dressed warmly he was holding a cup of coffee and didn't seem to notice them until Molly said "that's him, my neighbour" to John. She had said it quietly and felt embarrassed when he looked at them.

I shouldn't have said anything at all, Molly thought. Although he didn't seem annoyed, he looked like he was studying them if anything and then left without a single word to either of them.

"Very social, isn't he?" John asked sarcastically.

"I'll get your coffee," Molly said as she tried to work out what he had seen about them. It couldn't have been anything very interesting, at least not for her. She was as dull as someone could be. "You got the coffees last time. I remember how you take yours."

John didn't say anything but worried that the encounter had scared her. He didn't realize that while she was shaken Molly was brimming with curiosity if anything.

Does anyone remember how John took his coffee?