𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄| Sarah Cameron

011. kisses in the rain

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ kisses in the rain ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

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【 SEASON EPISODE 4 PART 4 】

Sarah and Clara stepped out of the sleek, black luxury taxi, its polished surface gleaming under the soft glow of the street lamps. The faint hum of the city and the quiet sounds of crickets filled the night air as they took in the scene before them. Clara's gaze drifted over the sprawling college campus, her eyes widening at the sight of the grand buildings bathed in moonlight. The architecture was a blend of historic and modern designs, with ivy climbing up the old stone walls and glass windows reflecting the starry sky.

Sarah looked over at Clara, noticing her awe. "So, the library's on the other side of the student center," she said, her voice light but carrying a hint of excitement. "Have you ever been here before?"

Clara shook her head, her eyes still darting around, taking in every detail. "No, I haven't been inside a college before," she admitted, her voice soft with a mix of wonder and nervousness.

Sarah tilted her head, giving Clara a curious look. "That's a gap in your training. How do you like it?" she asked as they began walking down the sidewalk, the sound of their footsteps echoing lightly in the quiet.

Clara took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her jacket. "So far... okay," she said, pausing to let out a shaky laugh. "Nervous," she added, glancing sideways at Sarah.

Sarah smiled encouragingly. "My dad went here. And then his dad went here, and then his dad's dad went here," she explained, gesturing vaguely at the impressive buildings around them.

Clara nodded with a small smile, catching the hint of obligation in Sarah's tone. "Yeah, I know. He would probably have an absolute aneurysm if I didn't go here," Sarah continued, rolling her eyes in exasperation, though there was a fondness behind it. "Which is kind of annoying, but, you know, what can you do?" She shrugged, her voice carrying a hint of resignation. "What about you?"

Clara paused for a moment, her gaze drifting up to the towering, illuminated building in front of them. She took a deep breath. "I want to go to college for writing," she said, her voice soft yet filled with quiet determination.

As soon as Clara said this, a loud ringtone pierced the night air, and both girls looked down at Sarah's phone. Sarah's eyes widened, and she held up the screen with a dramatic expression. "Uh-oh. It's my handler," she announced, her voice taking on an exaggerated tone as she displayed her phone with her dad's name flashing across the screen.