“What’s up, Sandra?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

I was in such a good mood; I couldn’t help smiling at her, even as she continued to frown at me.

“Wasn’t that Angela?” She asked suspiciously. “The professor you’re always complaining about that gives you trouble. What happened?”

I shrugged. “Nothing to worry about. I got in late to class, and she was annoyed as usual. Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything that important, anyway.”

“Oh,” she murmured, looking less suspicious. “Anyway, want to head out now? It’s almost lunch, and I’m feeling a little hungry, why don’t we eat?”

“Sure,” I said with a shrug.

I followed Sandra without...