EVE
I was so freaking stressed. Two quizzes in one morning, and my brain felt like someone had wrung it out like a wet towel. Even Emma looked like she was one bad grade away from burning down the Economics department.
"I swear," I groaned, stretching my arms over my head as we stepped out of the faculty building. "If that lecturer gives another pop quiz this week, I'm dropping out and becoming a bartender."
Emma laughed, pushing her hair out of her face. "You wouldn't last one night behind a bar. You'd spill more than you'd serve."
"Probably," I said, grinning despite how drained I felt. The sun was too bright, the air too heavy, and I was already dreaming about curling up somewhere with food that didn't come from a cafeteria tray.
"Should we order in when we get home?" E
