"That's me," says a girl who...sort of looks a little young to be in college?

Good question! Let's find out.

"Baby face or skipped a few grades?"

"The latter. I'm sixteen."

"Kudos." She looks at her new roommate's half of the room. "Big music fan? Is that...every single Elvis album?"

"Mhm. Sometimes I find an artist and they just sort of...remind me. Of stuff. And I go a little overboard."

"Am I criticizing? No I am not. All hail the King."

...This actually prompts her to crack a smile.

"So where's your family from, d'you know? I couldn't figure out from the name. Names."

Her expression shutters again. "It's a me name."

"...You changed it? I thought you couldn't do that 'till you were eighteen."

"I had Mother's consent."

"...And your dad?" she asks, curiosity getting the better of common sense.

"My parents are divorced. Mother has custody," she says, her face perfectly neutral.

"Should I just not ask about your family?"

"I don't mind if you ask about my sister."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have pried. Hey, if it helps, I have no idea who my dad is, my mom had a one-night stand and then surprise! So tell me about your sister."

"...Her name's Imliss. Imliss Zavari-Lessnerai. She's starting at MIT, now."

"Wow. Congrats to you both! So is she your older sister or even more of a prodigy than you?"

"We're twins."

"Lucky, I always wanted a twin."

"I'm very lucky to have her, yes."

"Sounds like a story."

"Yes. Several, actually, but I don't want to tell any of them."

"Should I just stop asking questions?"

"No, you're fine, I don't mind the asking as long as you don't push when I don't want to answer, which you haven't been."