Amira
I glanced at Lara as we walked across the university grounds, the warm sunlight casting a gentle glow over the campus. The chatter of students filled the air, a familiar backdrop to our daily routine.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of discomfort, a reminder of the inevitable inconvenience that comes with being a woman. I turned to Lara, my voice hesitant as I broached the subject.
"Lara, do you happen to have any extra pads?" I asked, trying to conceal my unease. Lara rifled through her bag, her brow furrowing in concentration.
"Sorry, I don't have any," she replied apologetically, a hint of concern in her voice. I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment.
"It's okay, I'll just go to the convenient store nearby," I reassured her, forcing a smile. Lara hesitated, her expression thoughtf
