[hr][center][h1]|| [color=teal]Irvette Reimer[/color] ||[/h1] [/center][hr] [b][code]Eisbeulf University, 11:00 AM[/code][/b] “And that’s that,” the professor said, closing his binder. Mass shuffling ensued as students hurriedly followed suit, packing up as well. [color=teal]“Nice meeting you, Toby,”[/color] Irvette said, flashing her tablemate a smile before exiting the classroom hurriedly. Irvette had made plans to meet up with friends for lunch the previous day, and the increase in pace was more because she was excited than because she was running late. Her friends had been occupied with schoolwork the entire weekend, and Irvette was looking forward to getting together with them again. Walking briskly to the bike lot, Irvette unlocked the chain and wrapped the cord around the side of her bike before swinging her leg over the bike and starting off for Eisbeulf’s quaint cafe, Lait Écrémé. The ride was over in around 15 minutes, and Irvette locked her bike against the railing towards the side of the cafe before walking in. Spotting Adrie, Irvette grinned and walked over. [color=teal]“Adrie!”[/color] she said, hugging her friend. [color=teal]“It feels like forever since I’ve seen you!”[/color] “Just under a week actually,” Adrie said but hugged her friend back. Unlike the ever-forgetful and late Ceto, Irvette knew she could count on Adrie to be early even when it really didn’t matter. “How’ve you been? Shift’s today.” [color=teal]“How could I forget?”[/color] Irvette asked in amusement as the door to the cafe burst open to reveal a harried-looking asian girl named Ceto. “Not late! It’s still twenty seconds before eleven-thirty!” Ceto said, sliding into a chair. “Wow, I’m early.” Irvette gave her friend an amused smile. [color=teal]“Alright, whatever you say,”[/color] Irvette said with a smile. [color=teal]“So, are we still on for movies this Friday?”[/color] “Oh. Em. Gee. Of course?” Adrie said excitedly. “Duncan James is, like, amazing. We [i]have[/i] to go see him.” “If little miss bookworm here is in, then I am too,” Ceto said in amusement. “I still don’t get why you’re so obsessed with him—and do [i]not[/i] say it’s because—” “Because his favorite author is Valerie!” Adrie said, gushing. “How can one not love a similar mind who also loves Valerie? We were meant to be—that is, if he ever realizes that I exist.” Ceto rolled her eyes at Irvette who was trying and failing to smother giggles beside her. “You think having our most level-headed friend break down for some average-looking movie star is funny?” she asked, dramatically tilting her head back and covering her forehead with the back of one hand. “Clearly I’m surrounded by fools.” [color=teal]”Says the most forgetful friend. You’re getting a watch for Christmas, by the way,” [/color]Irvette said, laughing. The conversation continued for the next hour, and then the next, until it came time for Adrie and Irvette’s shift. Ceto’s departure was, thankfully, less dramatic than her arrival, and Irvette shared a laugh about it with Adrie in the changing rooms in the back of the cafe. [hr] [@tsukune]