***Ella***
As the third course ends, a server places a coffee in front of me, along with a small bowl of after-dinner mints. I immediately grab a handful; no way was I letting any coffee breath linger. As I sip, my mind drifts to the meal we just had, the courses eerily identical to what Austin and I ate on our date.
That couldn’t be a coincidence.
Before I can dwell on it, though, Freya yanks me to my feet.
"Come on, Els! It's time to daaaance!" she sings, practically dragging me onto the dance floor as I pop a fifth mint into my mouth.
I stride onto the dance floor with Freya, vivid memories flooding back to me as I realise it is the exact same UV-lit dance floor they'd used for the winter formal. Freya pulls me close to her and speaks to my ear.
"He has to dance with a few of the
