If you need a college friend..

She finds you between classes, pulling you into a quiet stairwell where the fluorescent light flickers above you both. Her backpack drops first, then her cardigan, her eyes holding yours with the particular confidence of someone who already knows the answer before asking the question.

Her fingers trace the collar of your shirt, walking them slowly downward while the distant echo of campus noise bleeds through the door behind you. She smells like coffee and something warmer underneath, and she tilts her head like she has nowhere else to be.

This is what she does instead of studying — finds you, specifically you, and makes absolutely certain you forget what class comes next.