When I walked into the campus coffee shop at 4:00 PM, it was packed. I managed to spot Maya in a corner booth, though. She caught my eye and waved at me with a neatly manicured hand.
I slumped into the chair across from my best friend, completely wiped out. She was her usual bright, energetic self and immediately pushed an iced latte toward me while I rested my forehead against the sticky tabletop.
“You look like you got run over by a Zamboni,” Maya said, pausing to take a sip of her matcha.
"I feel like it," I groaned, pressing the cold plastic cup against my forehead.
"So I guess the rumours were true after all?" Maya asked, a little bit too excited for whatever it was.
I shifted my head to catch my best friend's eye. "What rumours?" I asked under my breath.
"You haven't seen it ye
