“Stacey! Get your camera and start moving!"
She and her friends stopped running as the one who called out to her caught up. “What?”
It was Mark, her partner in their university’s newspaper club. Unlike her, he was a serious enthusiast for reporting news—educating society in the issues surrounding them and whatnot. Her? She just wanted to have a club on her résumé and heck, she was good at photography. So she somehow got paired up with The Column’s guy.
“I said, get your ass to The College so that we can get some shots of the police investigation!”
“Stace, I’ll just go now,” her friend said with wiggling eyebrows.
“Save me a seat,” Stacey said automatically. She missed her friend’s smile, since she was busy digging her heels into the flagstones of the courtyard separating the Arts building from the Science building. “Mark, I’m already fifteen minutes late for class!”
He paused, as though considering her dilemma. Then he asked, “Which one?”
“Evolution of Society.”
Mark sighed in exasperation and used both hands to press her forward. “I can tutor you on the entire course if you would just get moving!”
Stacey’s eyebrows rose at the confidence in his voice. “You, teach me about evolution of society?”
“Sure, why not? Easy prof. Easy A. It's the easiest course for anyone interested in society.”
She gave him a skeptical look but then remembered who she was talking to. Those who were in The Column for a few years and had gotten to know Mark often just referred to him as "that guy". But everyone knew who they were talking about, since there could only be one guy who showed as much obsession and talent for news reporting as Mark did. 874Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG4XANuQpgf
Stacey was now twenty minutes late. By the time she got to class and found a seat, there would only be another twenty minutes left. And if she wanted to be honest with herself, working with Mark was...different. He was always active, always thinking, and always asking questions. Looking for a story.
“Deal.”
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