Yasmin
We were sitting in the park behind the cafeteria on the old benches. The area was packed with students chatting loudly.
Tessa, my best friend, was scrolling on her phone, picking at her fries. I had known her since middle school, and we had been inseparable ever since.
“Oh my God, look at this, Eli,” she said, showing him her phone, a big smile on her face.
She had the most expressive face ever. You could tell immediately what she was feeling inside.
Eli was my other close friend. I met him in college—more like Tessa had introduced us at one party, and the three of us had clicked instantly.
He was stabbing his straw into his cup. “Is it just me, or is this ice-to-drink ratio particularly off today?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Tessa rolled her eyes. “Urrgh, just drink it, Eli. Yo
