“Are you in your first year?” He asked “That’s exciting, I remember going to university for the first time. Are you living on campus?” He asked, when he had flown the coop he’d been so excited to get out of being a child and to start being an adult – or, more appropriately, an old child who made poor decisions regarding schooling vs alcohol.
Lottie shook her head quickly at the questions. “No I’m going into my third year. I’ve just been away for pretty much all the summer, well just before summer officially started hence my issue with my professor.” Hearing her name she stepped forward to collect her coffee before returning to him. “I don’t live on campus, I’ve got an apartment about twenty minutes away so close enough to roll in but far enough away to be separate.”
Lottie's wild adventure 