The lecture hall doors made a soft sound as Celeste pushed through the doors. The stale smell of ink and whiteboard markers drifting into her nose.
The hum of a hundred conversations filled the air, broken occasionally by a chair scraping or someone laughing too loud at something not that funny. Celeste sometimes hated this place even as a final year student.
"Hey, Celeste!" A voice rang out from the front left row.
Celeste blinked. Her eyes caught the unmistakable wave of Amara's raised hand. She was half-standing in her seat, with her gold hoops bouncing against her wild curls. "Come over here!"
A few heads turned. Celeste forced a smile, rubbing her palms nervously down her jeans. Her boots clicked quietly as she made her way through the row of seats, murmuring apologies as she stepped past knees and opened backpacks.
