continuation,
Celeste's POV
The campus café was louder than usual.
Every table seemed occupied by students trying to outrun deadlines. Laptops glowed beneath fluorescent lights, conversations overlapped from every direction, and somewhere near the back, a group was passionately debating an upcoming org event as if the outcome would determine the future of the country.
I tightened my grip on my laptop bag as I joined the line.
I needed coffee.
Not because I wanted it, but because my next class practically required it. The semester was still young, but it had already begun making demands. New professors. New syllabi. New expectations disguised as orientation speeches. The kind of beginning that felt suspiciously similar to every beginning before it.
I was scrolling absentmindedly thr
