Hugo practically floated into his dorm room, his smile so wide it could have been mistaken for a permanent muscle spasm.
His face was glowing like a man who had just found out he won the lottery—or in this case, a man who had just gotten kissed by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen!
He barely noticed Collins lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone like he owned the place.
Collins glanced up, paused, then immediately sat up straight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.
"...What the hell is wrong with you?" Collins asked, staring at Hugo like he had just witnessed him commit a federal crime.
Hugo, still grinning like an idiot, said nothing. He was too deep in his own world, replaying that last moment with Celine over and over again.
Collins, now extremely concerned, tilted his head. "Yo, did you take drugs or something? Blink twice if you need help."