After orientation, Raven and I were back at the apartment.
It was a modest two-bedroom unit located just off campus in a quiet neighborhood. The building was newly constructed and well-maintained, with white walls and polished floor tiles that reflected your shadow when you walked.
My parents had helped us furnish it over summer break. Nothing flashy—just a simple gray couch in the living room, a glass coffee table, two reading chairs, and a modest kitchen with white cabinets and stainless steel appliances. Each bedroom had a study table, a dresser, a single bed, and soft beige curtains that brushed the windows gently whenever the wind slipped in.
Our parents agreed to the arrangement because we told them we didn’t want anything loud or fancy. We just wanted to study, graduate, and retu
