Amy
I was wrapping up my shift feeling a bit exhausted, gathering my notes and stuffing them into my bag, when Julie appeared at my side. She held out a slim file, her expression calm, almost unreadable.
“Amy,” she said simply, offering it to me.
I frowned, taking it slowly. “What’s this?”
“Come on, open it.”
I opened it, inside were neatly arranged pages. I went through them and realized they were application forms, tuition details, schedules, even notes on availability, holy s**t. My throat tightened, I had only asked her if night school was a good idea and she's done all this? This wasn’t just a pamphlet or a suggestion, this was pretty much everything laid out comprehensive and clear, everything i needed so bad.
“Julieee…” I looked up at her, still stunned. “How and why would you
