POV: Isadora
I stared at my phone screen in total shock. I was still in my car, hadn't even pulled out of the campus parking lot yet. My hands were shaking, my heart was racing, and I was completely frozen. What the hell did I do last Friday? And how did I just forget? Okay, granted, I woke up Saturday with the worst hangover of my life, spent the whole day feeling like my head was gonna explode, and then Sunday I had to grind through that damn homicide case study. But this is the kind of mistake you’re supposed to remember making.
I re-read the DM he sent. It seemed... surprisingly friendly. It wasn't even close to the kind of vibe I’d expect from him. The Professor Anderson I know wouldn’t waste two seconds replying to some random person on i********:. But there he was, following a com
