Friday.
Second paper of finals week(s). The dreaded follow-up to Tuesday's exam, with Wednesday and Thursday acting like a buffer in between.
Wednesday had been… well, memorable. Rings—plural. She'd gotten hers, I'd gotten mine, and somehow the word husband had rooted itself even deeper in her vocabulary like it had always belonged there.
Thursday had been quieter, mostly spent in the safety of home, textbooks spread across the coffee table while she hummed and I pretended not to get distracted by every little expression she made when she studied.
And now it was Friday. Which meant back to campus, back to the exams, back to the chaos of people running around and stressing over which professor hated them the most.
Val walked beside me, as always. But today she wasn't just walking. Today she was showing off.
