Amy
There were thirty-two days until graduation.
Not that I was counting.
Much.
Okay.
That was a lie.
I was absolutely counting.
The number greeted me from my planner before I'd even finished my coffee.
Thirty-two days.
Close enough to feel real.
Close enough to feel terrifying.
Close enough that everyone around me seemed determined to ask what came next.
As though I was supposed to have the answer.
As though adulthood came with instructions.
Unfortunately...
Nobody had given me the manual.
"You're doing it again."
I looked up.
Jordan stood beside my desk.
Holding a coffee he absolutely didn't need.
"What?"
"Thinking."
"I always think."
"Not like this."
Apparently everyone had taken the same class.
The one where they learned how to annoy me.
Jordan pointed toward
