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north lecture hall, 9:34 am.
WHIREWOOD'S CLASS was unusually informative today, and Chaka couldn't tell if it was because she had awoken early enough to manhandle a cup of coffee, or due to the (marijuana-induced) absence of her usual distraction. Either way, Chaka had finally taken enough notes to able to add something of worth to the class discussion board, instead of just rephrasing her classmates' answers like she typically did.
She sat in the stiff backed wooden desk, an obnoxious tapping sound filling the air as her oak-colored acrylics collided with the keyboard. "...evidence of inherited pain has been found in several scientific studies. As can be seen..."
It was difficult for Chaka to become engrossed in a course, especially one taught by a professor who clearly couldn't give less of a fuck about what they were teaching about, but once she was her passion was evident. Matter of fact, she barely noticed when the chair immediately to her left creaked pointedly.
"Wassup shawty?" A deep, familiar voice said.
Chaka looked up briefly, taking in Travis's freshly done braids and flattering, yet simple outfit of multicolored denim patchwork jeans, a clean white tee, and grey vans, completed with a couple gold silver chains. It was annoying how easily his presence alone could distract her.
"It's funny, 'cause I told you my name and it sure wasn't 'shawty'."
"Ight, Miss Through the Fire," he chuckled at his own roundabout way of saying her name. "What you up to?"
A sharp glance was thrown his way. "Who lied and told you you were funny?". In response to his question, she gestured vaguely to her screen, struggling to regain her train of thought as she continued to type.
"You free after," he imitated Chaka's wave of hands, "this?"
The furious clacking of the keyboard continued. "Why?"
"'Cus, Chaka," The woman in question rolled her eyes. "I'm tryna get to know you."
Chaka stopped typing and propped her chin on her closed fist, facing him fully for the first time during their conversation. "Depends," she replied, knowing damn well her lonely ass had nothing else to do for the rest of the day.
"You been up to that sushi place on 13th?"
It was Travis could read her mind. Being an art student meant her broke ass had to spend the little money that she got on art supplies, which unfortunately, were not covered by her scholarship. Sushi was a luxury Chaka couldn't afford to splurge on more than a couple times a year, which was a shame when one considered how much she adored it.
"I swear, you have no idea how much I appreciate you right now. What time?"
The white gleam of his grin damn near blinded her. "Does 7 work for you?"
