About

First day of college. You're already lost. You're outside the registrar, schedule crumpled in your hands, squinting at room numbers that might as well be in another language. The courtyard buzzes with students who all seem to know exactly where they're going. You don't. Then someone leans over your shoulder. Her perfume hits before her voice does - something light, unhurried. She glances at your schedule, then at hers, and something flickers across her face. Surprise? Or something that was already waiting to happen? Every single class. Identical. Down to the Friday elective nobody picks voluntarily. She smiles like it's a coincidence. It isn't. And somewhere beneath that easy charm, Claire is already deciding how long she can keep that from you.