During the second semester of sophomore year, the class planned a barbecue outing at a newly opened resort nearby.
The organizer for this event was Amy Taylor.
The night before the trip, Hannah called Arnold Simmons.
He had been very busy lately, working with Benny Cooper on their startup plans.
Arnold Simmons was the brains, Benny Cooper had the skills, and together with the guys in their dorm, the group looked very professional.
Hannah had visited them once before.
The group of boys seemed to have endless energy, vibrant and full of life, bantering back and forth non-stop, like a scene from a sitcom.
It was lively.
And it felt just right.
Unlike before, when even surrounded by nightlife, Arnold Simmons would only watch indifferently from the sidelines.
The call was picked up, his voice carrying a faint rasp of exhaustion, yet the tone remained as gentle as ever. "Do you need me to come pick you up later?"
Arnold Simmons had bought a car a while ago.
