Then the doors swung open.
Angie Faith walked in like she owned the silence — barefoot, carrying a single spiral notebook and a mug of something that smelled like cinnamon whiskey. She wore an oversized hoodie (Harvard, which was ironic since she went to State) and leggings with a small hole near the left knee. CrazyCollegeGFs 24 02 17 Angie Faith Study Hall...
“I notice patterns.” She clicked her pen. “It’s a kinetics problem, isn’t it? Page 174?” Then the doors swung open