It was the day after Libby's eighteenth birthday, and it was with much delight that she put down her bags in her new room, in an apartment she would be sharing with friends.
"Listen to that," she said.
Trent paused.
"I don't hear anything." he said finally.
"Exactly," Libby replied smugly. "No stupid nagging mother to complain about my friends and my hobbies."
Trent chuckled.
"Yeah, but now you're rooming with teammates, Aren't you the one that complains about too much estrogen?" he teased her.
"Yeah, but these are cool girls," Libby nodded. "They like my hobbies and are some of my friends."
"Can't argue with that."