Jett sauntered down the dorm hallway with a carefree aura about him. He had a medium-sized duffel bag on his shoulder containing all the clothes he would need, along with all his toiletries. In his left hand was his surfboard, making extra sure not to slam it into a wall or a door. Finally, he found the dorm labeled with his assigned number. He dropped his duffel bag from his right shoulder, turned his board vertical, and reached into his right pocket, producing a key. He unlocked the door, but before opening it, he dropped the key back into his pocket. He opened the door slightly so that i was ajar, picked up his duffel bag, kicked the door open with a loud thud and threw his duffel bag inside.
Perhaps it wasn't the quietest or most efficient way to get everything inside in one trip, but it worked. He walked in, unaware of Rachel at first, setting his surfboard against the wall next to the door. After making sure it was balanced, he shut the door and turned around. His eyes scanned the room and then settled on Rachel.
"Whoa," he said, taking a step back. "I think you're in the wrong dorm, beautiful."