Zaylin walked in front of Amy to the table and sat down across from Amy. She let her bag slip from her shoulder to the floor as she sat her plate on the table. “No, I don’t recognize you from any of my classes, either. I’m a third year. You?”

Jabbing a sausage with a fork as Amy addressed Luca, Zaylin paused, realizing she probably should not have mentioned anything regarding their lake-side meeting. She looked apologetically to Luca, before turning her attention to the breakfast plate before her.