Nina
The next morning, after spending the night in Enzo’s apartment, I woke up feeling filled with a new sense of life. Despite all of my sleep deprivation, I surprisingly jumped out of bed before my alarm even went off. Enzo found me a little while later in the kitchen, making coffee and breakfast.
“You’re up already?” Enzo asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “And dressed, too?”
I nodded and smiled as I plopped two pieces of toast onto a plate and began to spread butter on them. “I’m going to class,” I said.
Enzo raised his eyebrows. I knew that he was surprised that I wanted to get back to class so soon, and he immediately voiced his concerns.
“Are you sure you don’t want to rest first?” he asked. “Everything has been so hectic. I’m sure the dean and your professors will understand if
