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The morning sun slipped gently through the thin curtains, casting soft golden lines across Cassandra Opoku’s face. She stirred slightly, pulling her blanket closer as if trying to hold on to the last piece of sleep. But reality was already calling. It was her first day. With a quiet sigh, Cassandra opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Her heart wasn’t racing, and she wasn’t nervous like most people would be. Instead, there was a calm determination settled deep within her. “This is a new beginning,” she whispered to herself. She sat up slowly, brushing her fingers through her hair before getting out of bed. Everything about her movements was controlled—intentional. Cassandra wasn’t the type to rush into things, not anymore. After getting ready, she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit one last time. Simple. Neat. No distractions. Just the way she liked it. Her phone buzzed on the table. Abena: “Are you ready or you’re still forming ‘serious girl’ in the mirror?” Cassandra couldn’t help but smile. Cassandra: “I’ve been ready. I don’t rush like you.” Almost immediately, her phone rang. “Cassandra, please,” Abena’s voice came through, full of energy as always. “Today is our first day, not a graduation ceremony. Relax small!” “I am relaxed,” Cassandra replied calmly, picking up her bag. “You’re the one shouting.” “I’m not shouting! I’m just excited. New place, new people… maybe even—” “Don’t even finish that sentence,” Cassandra cut in, already knowing where the conversation was heading. Abena laughed. “You and this your ‘no love, no distraction’ rule. One day, someone will just come and confuse your life.” “That won’t happen,” Cassandra said firmly. “I’m here for one reason—to focus.” “Hmm, we shall see,” Abena teased before ending the call. Cassandra slipped her phone into her bag and took one last look around the room before stepping out. --- The campus was already alive when she arrived. Students moved in groups, laughter filling the air. Some looked confident, others clearly lost, trying to find their way around. It was a mix of excitement and uncertainty—something Cassandra observed quietly as she walked through. She didn’t stop to stare. She didn’t slow down. Focus. That word echoed in her mind like a quiet promise. As she made her way toward her lecture hall, she noticed a small crowd gathered near the entrance. For a second, she hesitated, then continued forward. Just as she was about to pass, someone stepped back unexpectedly— —and bumped straight into her. Her books slipped from her hands, falling to the ground. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” a deep voice said quickly. Cassandra bent down immediately, reaching for her books at the same time as the stranger. Their hands brushed slightly. She paused. Just for a second. “Sorry about that,” he said again, handing her one of the books. Cassandra looked up. And for a brief moment, everything around her seemed to slow. He had calm eyes—gentle, but observant. The kind of eyes that didn’t rush, didn’t force anything. Just… steady. “It’s fine,” she said, quickly looking away as she took the book from him. “First day?” he asked. She nodded slightly. “Yes.” “Same here,” he said with a small smile. “I guess we’re both trying to survive today.” Cassandra almost smiled—but she stopped herself. “I don’t think I’ll have a problem with that,” she replied, her tone composed. He chuckled softly. “Confident. I like that.” That statement made her pause again—but only briefly. “I should go,” she said, adjusting her bag. “Yeah… see you around,” he replied. Cassandra didn’t respond. She simply walked past him and continued toward the lecture hall. But as she took her seat and opened her book, something felt… different. She shook her head slightly. No. She wasn’t doing this. Not now. Not ever. Love, attraction, distractions—she had already decided. They weren’t part of her story. --- Outside, the young man watched her disappear into the lecture hall, a faint smile still on his face. “Interesting,” he murmured to himself. He didn’t know her name yet. But somehow, he had a feeling— this wouldn’t be the last time they met.