is this me?

As we made our way to the building, we were in agreement about the cruelty of the early start time. In my rush, I hadn’t thought to grab anything to eat and hoped they had food. We parted inside the student union, each making our way to our appointed sessions. The day was just as mind-numbing as I thought it’d be, but at least we got lunch and a chance to stretch our legs on the campus tour.

We were released at four, and I met up with Lila to walk back to our dorm. “You look like hell.”

“Thanks to you.” I shoved her off the path, chastising her for being MIA the night before.

“So, Doug Taylor?” Fortunately, her query was interrupted by a chime from her phone. Reading the screen, she grabbed my arm. “Everyone’s going into the city for dinner. You have to come.”

“Everyone?” The question came out before I could stop it. Seeing Doug again was definitely something I wanted.