The weekend arrived faster than I expected. After a long week of assignments and classes, I was looking forward to a peaceful evening in my dorm with Favour and Gift. But, of course, my plans never seemed to last long.
Gift barged into the room, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Ava, Favour, we’re going out tonight!”
I barely glanced up from my book. “No, we’re not.”
“Yes, we are,” she insisted, plopping down beside me.
I sighed. “Gift, I have zero interest in whatever nonsense you’re planning.”
“It’s not nonsense,” she said, dramatically clutching her chest. “The campus is hosting a music and food festival. Food, music, and....” she wiggled her brows... “cute guys.”
Favour, who had been casually scrolling on her phone, looked up. “A festival?”
“Yes. It’s the perfect way to de-stress.
