For the first time this season, Alessa could see her breath fog in the air, each puff evident of winter's creeping arrival. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she briskly strode to class, the heat within her chest a strong contrast to the chilly weather.
Alessa had spent the last few hours grappling with her ethics assignment in between bouts of agony over her argument with Janie. By the time that she'd hit the print button on her short composition, it was clear that she had taken an indefensible position in accusing Janie of intentionally standing in her way.
She was anxious now to set things right with Janie, but at the same time was nervous about how Janie might react in the wake of that morning's quarrel. She certainly had every right to be angry with Alessa.