By Thursday morning, Nora was finally starting to breathe easier. MTH 105 no longer felt like rocket science—just aggressive mathematics. She even got a seat beside Yetunde, who whispered lecture notes like secrets. Things were settling in. Until her pen went missing. Again.
She had barely opened he...
Friday came with rain—just enough to soak slippers, but not enough to cancel lectures. Nora was in the cafeteria with Yetunde, stirring her cold jollof rice, half-focused.
“Why you dey press phone like that?” Yetunde asked, eyeing her screen.
“Trying to ignore Ayomide’s messages,” Nora muttered. “He’s...
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