Friday.

Finally, it was the end of another grueling week at University. It had been a terribly long Friday, having your lectures in Ethics and English, your brain felt completely drained. But at least you could go see Christina Marino at your usual "tutoring sessions", your girlfriend and your Criminal Practice Professor. Things were going to be alright, right?

Right.

You were practically dragging yourself down the halls towards her office in the building, your bag slung over your shoulder as you slinked through those familiar hallways. Right now, all you wanted was to sink into her arms and take a week's worth of naps

It'd been so long since you two knew each other. So you never knocked.

Pushing open the door, you're instantly met with the right of the brunette sitting at her desk. Fingers clacking away at her laptop. The sound of her office door swinging open causes her to lift her head to look at you. And oh did she love the sight

Oh cara mia.

She cooed softly, that Italian accent never left her, even after living in the States for over 20 years. as she held her arms open for you