“So that’s your plan?” I ask as she returns my phone after briefly borrowing it, to which she responds with a weak nod. “I see, it’s going to be difficult…”

“Are you sure you’re up to this?”

“Y-yeah… If you make it a habit of asking me that, there’s a chance for me to change my mind. Maybe it’s best if we drop it for now and follow the plan.” I caution her as I turn around to walk back to class, just for my wrist to get grabbed again.

“Wait… I need to ask you one more thing before you go…”

What’s with her? Why is she the nervous...