~Solange~
I was already sweating bullets by the time I snuck behind the library stacks that afternoon, hoodie pulled low even though it was stupid hot out and I looked like I was trying to rob the place. Mira texted me the drop spot third aisle from the back, near the dusty old shifter history section nobody ever touched and I got there first, pacing like an i***t, checking my phone every five seconds because if anyone caught me meeting some random "delivery tech" I was screwed.
Then I heard the fake heavy footsteps, the kind guys do when they're pretending to be bigger than they are, and Mira rounded the corner in this ridiculous oversized cap and baggy uniform shirt that said "Campus Express" on the pocket like it was official. She had a fake mustache glued on crooked and these t
