Mid-semester exams had officially turned the campus into a war zone. The library was overflowing with students who hadn’t touched a textbook all semester, coffee shops had become sacred study sanctuaries, and the general mood on campus ranged from mild panic to full-blown existential crisis.
Maya and I, naturally, were handling it in the most productive way possible—by complaining about it over overpriced lattes.
“I swear, if I read another word about socioeconomic influences on modern legal systems, I’m going to throw myself into traffic,” Maya groaned, pushing her textbook away dramatically.
I smirked over my coffee. “You should’ve picked an easier class.”
“And you should shut up before I drown you in my macchiato.”
I snorted. “That’s not very friendly of you.”
She sat up, brushing
