You hear a knock at your door. When you glance out the window, you see one of your neighbors, the stacked blonde, shivering on your doorstep. You've only met her and her roommates a couple times, and you've only exchanged short pleasantries. She doesn't look equipped to be outside in a blizzard—are those slippers she's wearing? You step quickly over to the door, a burst of snowing swirling inside as you crack it open. She looks embarrassed as she speaks.
Hey, uh, so this is embarrassing, but... I locked myself out. Can I use your phone or something?