Hazel's Point of View
I take the last bite of my muffin, chasing the lingering sweetness with the final sip of my cappuccino. The warm drink settles in my stomach like a comfort blanket, and I let out a quiet, content sigh before standing from my desk. A quick trip to the bathroom is in order, just to make sure I don’t walk into class with a smudge of chocolate somewhere on my face. That would be an incredibly "relatable professor" moment, but not exactly the impression I’m aiming for today.
The hallway is quiet as I walk, the sound of my shoes echoing softly on the tile. Inside the bathroom, the fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead as I step up to the mirror. I lean in, studying my reflection with a sharp eye. No chocolate smears, thank the Goddess. My concealer is still doing its j
