Brianna balanced on the edge of the bathtub in her apartment and slumped against the shower wall, her toes lifting and dropping the mat on the floor in front of her. Professor Villing and the conversation she"d shared with him in front of the library weighed on her mind. He intrigued her, perhaps as a friend if nothing else materialized, or she determined their encounter meant nothing. Brianna flicked the card between her fingers, tossed it in her purse, and checked her reflection in the mirror.
Shanelle banged on the other side of the closed door. “Let"s go, we need to jet. I wanna get there before midnight.”
Brianna applied some strawberry-flavored gloss and smacked her lips together. “Coming.”
Shanelle wanted to give Brianna an opportunity to explore a different side of life at the n
