“Since your roommate is not home, I’ll check yours first so you can get back to work,” I said and pulled a tool out of my pocket that, in reality, only checked for power, but it looked professional when the little tip lit up.

“Oh, she’s in the bathroom,” the girl said. “She’ll be a minute. You can take your time.” She smiled brightly, and I suddenly wondered if I’d done too good of a job in the flirting department. Then again, it might be good if the girl wanted to keep inviting me in. I had no idea yet when I was going to be able to take my prize home. Bending down, I leaned under her desk and made little noises like I was thinking. Standing, I scribbled a curlicue on the note-pad. Giving the girl a good old panty-dropping smile again, I nodded. “She’s all good. The problem is not with your side.”

“Thanks,” she smacked loudly, making my teeth ache and my hand twitch.

I could hear the shower running, and I’d planned a simple mission. Figure out Sunshine’s real name and maybe get her class schedule, but there was very little on the desk. I scanned the few items and knew right away that my Sunshine had a bit of OCD. Everything was perfectly symmetrical. There wasn’t a single item sitting out that wasn’t needed for daily use, and it made me smile. I liked the organization, and I hated clutter—points for Sunshine.

The issue it caused was the increased risk of needing to go through her drawers. I was reaching for one of the desk drawers when I heard the shower shut off.

“Dammit,” I whispered under my breath, annoyed at not finding anything useful. I waved to the pixie, who didn’t bother to look my way now that she was fully engrossed with whatever was on her screen.

If I’d actually been there to kill her, she would already be choking on her own blood. She was lucky she was not on the menu, at least for tonight. I opened and closed the door and then stood perfectly still to see if she’d notice I had only pretended to leave.

Stupid. Way too many stupid people were walking around, still breathing.