✤ Sera ✤
I was already running late. My backpack bounced against my hip with each hurried step as I wove through campus, half-jogging, half-speed-walking, trying to make it to the study room in the humanities building before everyone else arrived. I had promised myself I wouldn’t be late again, not after last week when Marc jokingly threatened to ‘replace’ me with a cardboard cutout. But of course, with my luck, my energy decided to crash right as I hit the courtyard. Which meant only one thing.
Coffee. Fast.
I veered toward Common Grounds, the campus café, and slipped inside. It was busy, as usual, packed with stressed students, overcaffeinated freshmen, and a handful of professors hiding behind laptops. The air smelled like espresso and cinnamon and burnt toast, comforting and chaotic
