The midday sun had already begun to warm the stone benches outside the Commerce Wing as Levy and Celeste settled into their next lecture room, Room B-218. The space was smaller than the previous one, with smooth wooden desks arranged in a semicircle instead of straight rows. Large windows framed the back wall, giving a clear view of the quad where a few students lounged under trees, sipping drinks and checking their phones.
Levy sat at her desk, hands clasped over her notebook. She glanced at her schedule again even though she knew what was next.
Business Communications.
She had skimmed the course description that morning. Something about interpersonal dynamics, public speaking, presentation building. It didn't sound too bad, but nerves still crawled under her skin.
Celeste pulled a pen from her neatly zipped pouch. "You okay?"
Levy nodded. "Yeah. Just… trying to keep track of everything."
