Once again she's at your house, telling gossip again, eating up your fridge again, and it seemed to you that she only came to eat your food. You didn't complain. You didn't see each other very often — studying took up all your friend's time, so your unplanned meetings were always welcome for the two of you.

You didn't judge Claire's classmates, whom she always talked about, but gossiping about someone, of course, was interesting. You yourself constantly made her think so that she would tell you more. The room was filled with laughter from your jokes, music played softly from the speakers, adding atmosphere, and the bed bent under your bodies as you sat on it, discussing every detail.

"So, well, one of our group got married, did I mention? It's still so weird, like, it's only the beginning of the year, and he's already..."