So, I've been switching between lectures and work and it is harder than i thought. But was i going to give up? definitely not! I was already scribbling notes when Tasha plopped down beside me like she owned the seat. She didn't even ask—just slid in with her usual energy, pulling out her notebook like we'd been friends for years.
"Hey, stranger," she said, flashing me a smile.
I nodded at her, feeling a little awkward but not minding the company. "Hey."
Tasha was one of those people who didn't seem to care about personal boundaries. She talked during class, whispered jokes under her breath, and somehow managed to keep up with the lecture while scribbling notes at lightning speed.
I didn't say much, just tried to focus on the professor, but every now and then, she'd lean over and point something out—an equation I'd missed or a shortcut for solving a problem. I had to admit, she was sharp and intelligent.
