{Elira}
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Sunday came faster than I expected.
And as soon as my friends and I had breakfast at the cafeteria, we stepped outside the strong walls, heading for the record shop.
The record shop smelled faintly of paper and dust, shelves packed tight with old sleeves in every shade of faded ink.
Nari was flipping through stacks like she was hunting for treasure, Cambria trailed behind her with her little notebook, jotting titles, and Juniper was already arguing with Tamryn about whether jazz counted as "real music."
And right then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced down and froze almost immediately when I saw Zenon's name on the screen.
I quickly glanced around. And seeing that my friends were preoccupied with their own things, I shifted a bit and slid my finger across my phone's screen.
"Zenon?" I greeted cautiously, pressing the phone to my ear.
"Where are you?" His voice was clipped, steady, but something about the way he asked made my chest tighten.
