The rest of the morning passed in a blur of lectures, note-taking, and Melanie trying—and failing—not to zone out every few minutes.
By the end of her final morning class, her brain felt exhausted.
At lunchtime, the campus dining hall was crowded with students. Melanie sat alone at one of the tables, absentmindedly picking at her food. The noise of conversations and laughter echoed around her, but she barely noticed any of it.
Her mind, despite her best efforts, occasionally drifted back to Noah.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
A male voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
She adjusted her glasses and looked up, only to find a guy grinning at her.
He was tall and slim, with messy black hair and dark eyes. He wasn't muscular and he wasn't particularly handsome either.
Melanie didn't mean to be r
