Chapter 8“You look exhausted.”
Tristan attempted to stop himself from yawning for what felt like the thousandth time that, and he nodded at Felicia. “I stayed up late last night, trying to complete the online assignment for a couple of my classes. I also had to catch up on revising for one of my other classes. I probably fell asleep at around three in the morning, and I had to wake up really early so I could have some breakfast before showering and rushing out to ride on the seven-thirty bus. I don’t want to be late for my first class of the day.”
“That sounds so tiring and painful to me,” Felicia said with a slight wince.
Tristan shrugged. “I’m used to it. Not that I have much of a choice. I don’t have a car. I can’t afford one. Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to pay for everything
