At the fashion school, Iris was thriving.
She threw herself into her studies, finding solace in her work.
One evening, as she sat in her room sketching, her phone buzzed with a message from Emma.
Emma: "Hey, some of us are going out for drinks tonight. You should join us!"Iris hesitated, glancing at the clock.
She hadn't been out socially in a long time, but maybe it was time to start living again.
"Sure, I'd love to. Where should I meet you?" Iris asked.
Later that night, Iris met Emma and a few other students at a cozy bar.
The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and conversation.
"This place is great," Iris said, taking a sip of her drink.
"I thought you'd like it," Emma replied with a grin.
"So, how's everything going with your designs?"Iris's fa
