My eyes swept over her, inwardly shaking my head at her attire. She was dressed in a pair of red leggings with her sorority letters branded down the side and one of my university branded hoodies. “So, you went through my shit I see.” It was early May, and the nighttime temperatures were still giving off chilly spring time vibes. So, I’d packed an extra hoodie specifically for her. I knew even if she’d brought her own, she’d find her way into one of mine.
