IRIS

The sun is beginning its slow descent, casting a golden hue over the campus as Daisy and I walk out of our last class. My shoulders ache from carrying my bag all day, and I can’t wait to drop it and collapse somewhere soft.

“Finally,” Daisy groans, stretching her arms above her head. “I thought that lecture would never end.”

I chuckle, adjusting the strap of my bag. “Tell me about it. My brain is fried.”

As we make our way down the steps, a familiar voice calls out, “Iris!”

We both turn to see Adrian jogging toward us, clad in black soccer shorts and a sleeveless jersey that...