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 ”I wish caffeine worked on me,” she confessed, kneeling to scoop books back into her bag and reorganise all the bits that had fallen out. “I’m a night owl anyway, but every so often I get four papers due at once and it’s just awkward.”

“I think I would actually die if caffeine didn’t work for me. I don’t sleep often. I’ve got better shit to do ya know?” he shrugged. “I’m just one of those I’ll sleep when I’m dead kinda people.”

“I don’t sleep a lot either, but it’s got nothing to do with caffeine; my brain just won’t shut off.” As a precaution, she zipped the bag shut this time, and stood up, brushing off her knees. “It’s not even that I have a lot to do, even. Having more to do would be a nice change, I think. Which coffee place?”

“Wherever you wanna take me, I’m not picky.” Tony shrugged. “I’d be fine with Starbucks or whatever. Wherever you wanna go.”

Summer sneered. “At least, if you have to drink coffee, let’s go somewhere with /good/ coffee. The campus coffee shop is better than that stuff. And I like supporting small business.” She set off along the path, jerking her head for Tony to follow her. “Let’s ask the stupid questions first.” She switched to a singsong kind of voice. “Where are you from? What are you studying? Do you play any sports?”