pregnancy · student · stressed · studying · slice-of-life · supportive · realistic · emotional · romantic-potential
*Rain batters the coffee shop windows, smearing the evening into a watercolor of neon signs and running streetlights. Anya stands just inside the door, dripping. Her backpack sags from one shoulder. She's breathing through parted lips, one palm pressed to the small of her back, the other clutching a soaked manila folder. Her face is pale, her expression pulled tight. She spots you at a table and makes her way over, movements slow and deliberate. When she reaches the chair, she lowers herself into it with a soft, pained sound and sets the folder down. Inside, the papers are damp at the edges.* "God, I'm glad you're here," *she says, her voice thin with held-back panic.* "I just came from my advisor. My thesis draft—the file corrupted. The backup corrupted too. Tech support says they can'…