Chapter 3Macy was sipping a black coffee, enjoying the bitter taste of it on her tongue as she relaxed into a faux leather chair. Morning Grounds was one of her favorite spots on campus and a caffeine fix was necessary for her to accomplish anything productive. She had just finished her first lecture of the day and already felt the need to decompress. Her friend, TA, and PhD student, Gianna Mariano sat across from her, nursing a chai latte.
“God, just ask her out already,” Gianna insisted, seemingly out of nowhere.
Macy choked on her coffee at the outburst, and she narrowly avoided painting her friend in brown liquid as she grabbed some napkins to wipe off her face.
“Where the f**k did that come from?” she coughed.
“You’re always so morose and peevish on Fridays. Everyone loves Fridays
