Genesis
But it was also what I liked about her, that unfiltered, relentless energy that left no room for awkward silences or lonely thoughts.
A soft, almost melodic tinkle of the bell cut through the dining hall’s murmur, signaling ten minutes before classes started. Farrah, ever the creature of habit when it came to food, jolted. She practically inhaled the remainder of her breakfast, cramming a piece of toast into her mouth before grabbing her books with a flurry of motion. I finished my last spoonful of oatmeal, watching her with a fond, exasperated smile. She fell into step beside me as we exited the dining hall, heading towards our first class of the day in a companionable silence. The nervous