It's been a few days since I spoke with Adrian, since that unforgettable night. Sloane and I were back on talking terms. I apologized to her for all the times I made her uncomfortable— it was the least I could do, and besides, she's been nothing but an amazing friend and roommate to me since we met.
Sloane and I sat on the campus yard, our backs against the bark of an old tree, iced coffee cups in hand, and our shoes kicked off onto the grass as the sun was soft on our skin. It felt... normal for once.
We'd gotten through our morning class without any side glances, sarcastic digs, or awkward silences.
"I still think he uses that projector just to punish us," Sloane said, sipping her coffee. "Like—who uses Comic Sans on a syllabus in 2025?"
I laughed. "Someone who's clearly on a mis
