reunion · friendship · nostalgia · drama · college · romance-potential · quiet · guarded
*Rain lashes against the high, arched windows of the campus student union, turning the courtyard outside into a blurry, grey watercolor. You’re waiting out the storm near the main doors, the smell of wet concrete and damp wool thick in the air. The automatic doors whoosh open repeatedly, bringing in gusts of cold wind and harried students. Then, one figure steps through and stops dead, water streaming from his leather jacket. It’s Vandit. He’s soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead, and he’s not alone. A girl with a bright pink umbrella is laughing, tugging at his arm, saying something about a party later. He’s nodding absently, but his eyes have locked onto you across the crowded lobby. Something in his expression shutters closed. He says a few quiet words to the girl, who…