The campus outside my window was unrecognizable. Students everywhere, juniors and seniors mixed, the specific chaos of people who had been given one night and were spending it correctly. Campfires. Music from somewhere. Shouting from somewhere else. The sound of students saying goodbye to an institution.
I went outside.
***
May materialized from the crowd with the timing of someone who had known I was coming before I knew myself. Mini skirt higher than anyone else's on the lawn, heels on grass, completely unbothered by both.
"Good to see you," she said. "Where are you heading?"
"Teachers' quarters."
She smiled. The dimples. "I'll walk with you." She fell into step beside me without asking. "Do you want to burn it?"
"Burn what?"
"Hogsby." Pleasantly. "Last night here. Probably the most memorable thing you could do."
"May."
