A week later Julia runs through campus towards the main building to attend her first class, which she is later for.
“Sorry I am late,” Julia says entering the class, and looking for an available seat. Julia can feel all eyes on her as she walks down the stairs towards the front as the only available chair is right in front.
“Hi,” the guy says but Julia does not look at him. She takes out her Cultural Tourism textbook and puts it on the shared desk along with her notebook.
“I did not know we will have yet another new student this week,” the teacher says, continuing the lesson. ‘Must be talking about Filipe,’ Julia thinks, dying to look around for Filipe but fears all eyes are on her and she can not look backward now, ‘they might think I am crazy.’
Julia looks to her left at the guy t
