“What’s your name?”

She looked startled at the question, almost like she’d forgotten people actually asked that question sometimes.

“Pardon?”

“Wow, you’re polite,” Arian snickered, leaning over the table they had been sitting at, her hands on the pile of books she was about to whisk away with her. Kendra looked down at them quickly – Naomi was right, this one was definitely an English major.

“What’s your name?”

“Kendra. What’s yours?”

“Arian.”

They both paused for a moment to look at each other, and Kendra found herself saying, without even thinking, “I like names that mean ‘magic’.”

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