FORBIDDEN FATE: MY PROFESSORS' MATE
Aliyah's POV
The smell of roasted coffee beans usually made me feel warm, but today, it just felt like another thing I should remember but didn’t. I sat at a small, round table at ‘The Grind,’ a cozy cafe just off campus. My friends said it's our regular place to go before class. Kelly sat to my left, picking at a blueberry muffin, while Becca sat across from us, nursing a large chamomile tea.
"You’re doing it again," Kelly said, nudging my shoulder. She leaned in, her chocolate brown hair falling over her shoulder. "The 'Aliyah stare.' Stop thinking so hard, babe. Just breathe in the caffeine and enjoy the vibe."
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