Frisca’s POV
I sat in the cafeteria by the pool after professor and other speakers concluded the seminar. The question of my existence kept ringing in my mind, was I already dead in the past? Didn’t I survive the apocalypses? How could I be present in the future and not meet my future self? If I would have survived it I would have been in my late 40s. I stared at the unoccupied seat across the table and sighed.
“Mind helping me with this?” Flint snapped me out of my thoughts as he came and stood near me. Holding a pile of books and two espressos in his hand, he gestured me to help him.
“When did you start having espresso’s?” I enquired suspiciously as I took mine and watched him sit on the seat across the table. “Both are for you, I never liked espresso’s,” he replied with a smirk on hi
