January completely passes me by in a blink with only three days of freezing rain during the whole month, so I’m calling it a win.
I study with Callum at least once a week, sometimes twice a week, especially during our days off on Mondays and Tuesdays. Luna always joins, of course, where we meet up at the pseudo-conference room in Callum’s apartment building where we spend five to six hours at a time doing our week course load together.
We usually bring snacks inside, bottles of water, some coffee, but not ‘real’ food. So I expect to be hungry, but not for my stomach to be howling like it is to the point that it becomes embarrassing.
“Sorry,” I mumble when Callum looks at me, eyebrows raised in question. I pat my stomach, and Luna trots over to me, tilting her head from side to side, the
