I should have stopped following her.
Any normal person would have.
But there was nothing normal about Tamika.
She walked ahead of me like she knew exactly where she was going—like this wasn't the first time.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked.
"You ask too many questions," she replied, not even turning around.
"And you answer none of them."
"Not true," she said. "I just answer the important ones."
"That doesn't help."
She laughed softly.
We stopped in front of a quiet part of campus—an old building I had never noticed before.
"Here," she said.
"What is this?"
"You'll see."
Again.
I stepped inside.
And froze.
Something felt… familiar.
The smell. The silence. The way the light came through the windows.
"I've been here before," I said without thinking.
Tamika didn't look surprised.
"I know."
I turned to her. "How?"
She stepped closer, her eyes softer now.
"Because," she said gently, "this is where you first talked to me."
My heart skipped.
"That's not possible," I said. "I don't remember you."
Her smile faded, just a little.
"I know."