**ARYA POV**
Rehya stood on her toes, her heels slipping out of worn old trainers she'd worn since we were fifteen. Is she blind? She's only, like, twenty metres away.
A carefree look of recognition flashes on her face as she waves to me, smiling and laughing; casual, relaxed, and energetic. She half skips - half jogs over, and reaches the frail wooden bench.
"Hi!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Hi." I respond wearily, "Oh, your hair is different."
"Yeah, I did it half up!" she grinned.
"I meant... uh.. the rest of it?"
"Oh, that! I cut it!"
"Looks like you cut half of it off, it used to be down at your waist! Why did you cut it off it was so pretty-"
"Felt like it. Anyways, there's a business elective in the old engineering building. Let's go!"
"Why is it in the engineering building?"
"If you wanna ask, ask someone else."
"Okay, and why are we going to the business lecture?"
"Why not?"
The lecture hall is musty, dust flitting about the room aimlessly as Rehya planted herself in the front, grey, stained seat. Three middle-aged men sat in the back of the room, with some eighteen to twenty year olds sat towards the front, but not on the front row, and most definitely not aligned with the lecturer's desk. The chairs look uncomfortable and cheap. The wood looks splintered.
"I thought the engineering building was supposed to be new, didn't they get a bunch of funding?"
"Again, it's the old building."
"The old building? Doesn't that only mean like five or six years old?"
"No, that's your warped perception of time."
"I do not have a warped perception oftime."
"Yes, you do."
A few minutes of bickering passed, insisting I would not sit on that disgraceful excuse of a seat before a wise, old sage hobbled in, her back practically hunched over her shoulders.
**NARRATOR**
A few seniors, having come in half an hour early, claimed the back bench and sat, curled over their laptops and tablets with headphones in. As the lecture time came, a few freshman, only a few years younger, piled in as they wrapped up their headphones in preparation to leave.
A loud pair of girls strolled in, one slightly taller, with waist-length, ebony hair; the other with shoulder length hair, bangs barely reaching the half ponytail. The seniors were irritated. Not enough to do anything, just a bit annoyed.
One senior in particular, sat in the middle of their small study session, expressed he wanted to stay for the engineering lecture - and shortly after, their business professor strolled in, slightly slouched, but as she glazed over the room, her eyes landed on them.
"She says she's too busy to mark our damn finals as well." the senior on the right whispered.
"I know, and she's teaching engineering here? What the hell is she on about?" the one on the left affirmed.
The one sat in the middle gazed at the two girls, sat square in the front of the room: one eager, her energy radiating and intoxicating; the other managing to doze off next to her.