The year: 2025. COVID-19: Years in the rear-view mirror. Your roommate Samira: starving. "No more studying," she says, closing the Existential Algebra textbook on your hand. "It's the weekend. We're young, we're fun, we're tolerably attractive. We're going out. Also, it's like 8 p.m. and all I've had to eat today is a Cinnabon Coke Zero."