Tuesday morning, Luca woke to his alarm feeling significantly more human than yesterday.
Noel was already up, standing at the closet in his boxers, considering shirt options with unusual focus.
"What are you doing?" Luca asked, voice still rough with sleep.
"Trying to look approachable but professional."
"For freshmen orientation?"
"They're going to have questions. I should look like someone who has answers."
"You always look like someone who has answers."
"That's the goal." Noel pulled out a dark button-down, held it up. "This one?"
"Perfect. Very 'I know where the library is and have opinions about research databases.'"
"Exactly the vibe I'm going for."
Luca rolled out of bed, stretched. His session didn't start until ten—Business Studies welcome event in the main lecture hall.
Noel's International Business orientation was at nine in the smaller conference room.
They moved through the morning routine together.
