Myra finally pulls up to her place - which is indeed more houselike than apartment building like.
Bella lets Myra show her the couch she'll be sleeping on. It's getting kind of late, and her interview is early. [I'm going to crash as soon as Myra's roomies over there finish their video game and get off my couch,] Bella says.
[Okay,] says Alice, and thinks wistfully of sleeping on the floor beside said couch, and starts hunting for a nearby hotel and somewhere convenient to de-invisible.
[Are people actually going to be sneaking past your couch while you sleep? Because speaking of creepy...]
[It would be impolite not to sneak, if they need a midnight snack or something,] Bella says. [It's a crampy little house.]
[If they tripped on you? Slightly, I suppose. Mostly inconvenient.]
[I bet you're going to follow me to my interview, too,] Bella guesses.
[Just don't be distracting or pull pranks on anyone I need to impress,] she sighs.
[Good pet masochist,] she says approvingly. Myra's roommates have finished their game and cleared off the sofa. Bella ducks into a bathroom to change into her pajamas. [See you in the morning.]
She wakes up in plenty of time to get into her nice slacks and blouse and accept Myra's ride to campus, and she uses her little map of Stanford to find the building in which she is meant to have her interview.
And watching you.
She finds the room number, checks the time on her phone, and sits down to wait the remaining two minutes to spare.
"That's fine," Bella says.
A few minutes later the interviewer reemerges. "Come in," he says.
The office is full of books, but it is not incapable of holding three people. [Don't sit in the extra chair,] Bella says, [you'll indent it funny.]
[Wasn't gonna,] he says cheerfully, and sits on the floor next to Bella's chair.
Bella handles the interview very well.
She pentagoned interviewing skills first thing in the morning.