ZARA- The mysterious guy.
I turned to see a petite girl, maybe 5’2, with red no, burgundy hair.
“Zara!” she called out, her voice bright.
“Me?” I pointed at myself, confused.
“Yes, you. I was at the party last night don’t you remember?” she said, tilting her head.
“I…” I tried to recall, but nothing came up.
“It’s cool!” she waved it off with a smile. “I’m Riley. I’m also a freshman. I major in English and Literature. What about you?”
“Same. English and Literature.”
“Wow, God is good! That means we’ll get along well,” she chirped, and I couldn’t help smiling back.
Wait, someone actually walked up to me and wanted to be friends first? Maybe university would be different after all.
“Yes, sure,” I said.
“Let’s go grab a seat,” she pointed toward the back row I’d been heading to. I
