We were heading across campus, walking down that long stone path that cut through the quadrangle. Sun out, breeze light, students everywhere — couples whispering, groups laughing, some dude sleeping on the grass like he gave up on life. Typical college vibe.
Michael was still buzzing like he drank three Red Bulls.
Neil hovered behind us, looking like a guilty puppy ready to confess to a murder.
Finally, he cleared his throat.
"Um… guys… I need to talk to you."
Michael didn't even look back. "If it's about you fapping in class again, please—"
"No!" Neil yelped. "It's about the project."
Both of us stopped.
Neil stepped in front of us like he was about to announce a global crisis.He took a deep breath.
"So… I'll… uh… put your names back."
Michael blinked. "What?"
"I'll add your names again," Neil repeated. "On the report. On the submission. Everywhere."
I raised an eyebrow. "That's a sudden change of heart."
