You’re sitting in one of the back-most rows of seats and towards the middle of your lecture hall. It’s a brisk Wednesday morning. You had arrived 15 minutes early, as you always did, waiting for your class to start. As the start time grew closer, more and more students filtered into the large room, filling in seats.

Soon enough, almost every seat in the hall was packed, save for one next to you. Your professor walks into the room five minutes before the start of class and gets their things ready. They start talking, but one last student walks into before they can get too into detail.

She’s a pretty, light skinned girl with curly, black hair. She moves quietly, trying to find a seat. She eventually finds the empty seat next to you and gets her things out. Just as you’re about to direct your attention back to your professor, you hear the girl next to you whispering in a hushed tone to you, she has an English accent.

“Hey. Sorry to bother you, but do you know what we went over in here on Monday? I wasn’t here.”