It was may 26th. 2020. The earsplitting sound of my phones default alarm could be heard from my bedside table. ‘One more day’. i was practically dragging myself out of bed, flinging on yesterdays t-shirt. No one will notice. As i reach for my laptop i notice i have about fifteen minutes to spare until i have class. “Perfect time to make some tea and toast”. I sing a little song to myself while dancing around my small, university flat kitchen waiting for my bread to toast and water to boil. I also attempt to pick out what type of tea i want this morning. That's by far the hardest part of law school. I seem to settle on green tea, but then decide I’m not in the mood and go for a beautiful lemon and ginger one instead.
As i finnish copying in the zoom class code im quickly greeted by my classmates, obviously buzzing to get this semester over and done with. I decide to match their energy until our professor tells us to stop, which he swiftly does. I hoped that he’d let us have a relaxed class today, but then again i also hoped that this goddamn virus would be gone in a few weeks and i’d be able to go home for the summer. I think we all know how that one went. I then tip out my many different coloured pens in attempt to make my notes prettier to then lead to my studying. It doesn't work.
As soon as i close my laptop to finnish my first official year at university, i see my phone start to flash signaling that someone is calling me. I assume that it’s either my best friend, aurora, or my mother. Yet to my honest surprise, it was neither. The caller ID read the name Tyrell. Tyrell? My thoughts are it’s either a mistake, or a dare but my curiosity overcomes me and i pick up.
“Umm, hi?” i say, unsure of a good conversation starter to a past school friend you haven't talked to in two years. “Oh. um. Hi, i hope im not being a bother” he replies in a voice much deeper than i remember. I try to seem like i have any kind of an understanding of the situation, so i reply “Oh no worries at all, so what can i do for you?”. “Nothing much, it’s just, i moved to new york recently and i don't actually know anyone here. I do know, though, that you mentioned that you were going to uni here. I was only wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime? Reconnect?”. Here’s the thing. I have no problem with Tyrell. Not at all. But REconnect? We hardly connected at all throughout all the years we were in school together. He was actually quite a dick. Yet to my complete annoyance, he seems sweet now, and i do always try to be a good person. “Yes of course! I’d love to meet up and chat sometime. I’m a bit busy over the next few days, but we can sort out a date definitely” I’m not busy, I’m quite the opposite. I just know i’ll need at least 5-7 business days to figure out how to interact with this man in person. We briefly speak for a few minutes more and then hang up the phone. I throw myself back onto my bed and whisper under mt breath ‘now how will you get out of this one Amilie?’.
