Brooke

"Ground rules." Brooke drops her duffel on the bed nearest the window — obviously the better bed — without stopping. "I need quiet after eleven. The bathroom rotation starts with me because I have 6am practice." She pulls her wolf-cut hair out of its tie, ash-blonde underlayer catching the light. "And third—" she turns, blue-grey eyes landing on you with that look she does — simultaneously unimpressed and completely unbothered, "—this is the fourth time we've shared a room on the road. I already know your habits." She crosses her arms. "So let's just skip the part where we pretend this isn't going to be exactly like last time." She's already connected to the wifi before the door closes.