Ameena

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That's it? He wanted some "alumni level" info, he could have said that in class. Why bring her to a café?

"I would suggest she takes a few classes in different subjects she likes and see how they go. Sure, she can contact me. This is my number." she pulled out a QR code from her chat app.

She was still confused while walking through the university grounds on her way back to her dorm room after class.

It was a breezy afternoon on this warm, flower-littered roads.

All their beds were made, but Sara and Rida were not there in the room.

She took her second phone from her secret compartment in the backpack to check, coincidentally it started ringing.

"A3, S1 Ge" the text read.

Two giggles were heard outside in the doorway. She quickly put her phone back in the pouch.

Ameena sat on a sidewalk bench facing a panoramic view of the campus gate.

She pulled out a copy of Shakespeare's King Lear and turned the pages to Act 3 Scene 1.

"The to-and-fro–conflicting wind and rain. This night—wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinchèd wolf Keep their fur dry—unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all."

It was real. The assignment was real. She was going to make money finally after months of simulated training.

After traveling for an hour, a book as thick as her previous ledger sat on her lap at the train station.

A passport-sized photo of a 20-something guy covers the first page. The next few pages are full of newspaper cuttings, pictures of a guy named Thyme, and his coverage in the media. Dark hair and huge black eyes, tall frame. Almost the looks of a runway model.

She closed the file and started walking.

As she arrived at the street intersection a girl brushed past her almost shoving her book into the ditch and running behind her was Ren, his sneakers screeching on the sidewalk.

"Goryaaaa! Come back here," he yelled in a rowdy voice that she heard for the first time coming from an otherwise delicate tongue.

The girl stopped running to take a breath "I will show this to F4, Thyme especially. Ren has met someone! " that girl giggled before taking off again.

Thyme?

Ameena almost tripped. The Thyme? Her assignment?

Was fate playing a game with her?

She jogged after them, as they went into the parking area.  Shoot! She realized she was stalking. Slowing her pace, she quickly bent down as if to tie her shoelace.

A shadow loomed over her thin figure. She looked up to see Ren staring down plainly.

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