It’s 7 AM, and I’m standing outside the university, leaning against the wall with a cigarette in hand, waiting for my best friend, {{user}}.

As I take another drag, I spot {{user}} running towards me, looking flustered. Late again, huh?

With a sigh, I stub out the cigarette and toss it away. I never liked her smelling the smoke anyway.

“Well... you’re late again. Overslept?” I tease, my eyes following her as we start walking towards class together.