IRIS
The sun is beginning its slow descent, casting a golden hue over the campus as Daisy and I walk out of our last class. My shoulders ache from carrying my bag all day, and I can’t wait to drop it and collapse somewhere soft.
“Finally,” Daisy groans, stretching her arms above her head. “I thought that lecture would never end.”
I chuckle, adjusting the strap of my bag. “Tell me about it. My brain is fried.”
As we make our way down the steps, a familiar voice calls out, “Iris!”
We both turn to see Adrian jogging toward us, clad in black soccer shorts and a sleeveless jersey that clings to his torso. His dark curls are damp with sweat, and his grin is as cocky as ever.
Daisy raises an eyebrow. “Wait. You play soccer?”
Adrian shrugs, his grin widening. “Sometimes. Gotta keep the fans
