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Mandy
"Where have you been?! I've been waiting for... hours!" Amy looks at me reproachfully. She's perfectly styled as always, and she wears a black wool dress with golden pearls and matching shoes. Under her arm, she has her bag with some books visible. Her blonde hair falls like a shimmering wave over her shoulders down to her bottom, and she's, as usual when she has to wait, impatient.

"I'm only five minutes late, okay?! I'm sorry." I'm slightly out of breath. It was extremely ambitious of me to get dressed while reading the latest reading for business class. I've written to my unknown conversation partner a lot more than I thought I would. And business studies isn't my favourite subject either.
Now, I'm just wearing my favourite colourful socks and a dark blue sweater (and a pair of jeans, of course, too). My brown hair is tied in a knot, and I can feel a few curls falling out of it due to my hectic run to the corner where Amy and I usually meet. It's right next to the tram stop. I don't know why, but I just don't manage to be punctual when it's time for business class. I guess it's my antipathy to sitting in a room full of nodding people who all seem to understand—and, even more unbelievably, seem to like—what the tutor is preaching.
So, yeah, that's one of the reasons why I am now trying to catch my breath.

Amy is the opposite. She's extremely organized, and she lives statistics. I guess that depends largely on her favourite statistic: the Wattpad Interaction Chart. But that's something she has never admitted.
At least, she also likes the course because the teacher is a young tutor who's nearly our age—he's 24 or 25, Amy is 22, and I'm 22 too—and he's really good-looking.

"Stop daydreaming—hurry up! I don't wanna be late!"

Amy is really a pain in the neck when it comes to being on time for this class.

"He won't start the class without us," I mumble. "Even though he's handsome, we don't have to stress ourselves out that much. He'll ask you out on a date either way."

"He won't, and you know that I love only one man," Amy answers as we get on the tram.

"Yeah. Shawn."

"Exactly."

I sigh. "Very realistic."

"It is. One day..." Amy looks dreamy.

I laugh, and she rolls her eyes. "By the way, how is it going with this fake user? You don't write anymore with him, do you?"

I keep silent.

She looks at me. "Mandy? Oh no Mandy, you don't write with him anymore, do you?! He's absolutely weird, and it's a sacrilege to impersonate someone else, especially Shawn Mendes! You can't be serious."

"We clarified that he's not Shawn Mendes, and besides that strange introduction he's really nice."

"Do you know his real name?"

"I do. And it's not Shawn."

"Okay. But please be careful."

"I am, I promise."

Amy seems to be content with my answers, and I am just a bit wondering how little fantasy she has in this case. I always thought this would be something that a fanfiction writer like her would love to imagine. But okay.
When we step off the tram she's grinning. "Business class, here we come."