Lisa's POV
I was pacing back and forth restlessly again. Back and forth across the narrow floor of my dorm room, my socks slid, and my phone on the desk blinked with the time: 5:47. Caleb said he’d pick me up at six. This meant I had thirteen minutes to stop spiraling, yet here I was, throwing my third rejected shirt onto the growing pile on my bed. One was too formal. The other was too plain and the last was too try-hard.
My closet wasn’t big, but somehow, I was convinced every single piece of clothing I owned was conspiring against me. I pulled on a cute, cropped, pale green sweater, but then I caught myself in the mirror and immediately peeled it off again. It was too soft, like I was trying to be cottagecore, which I wasn’t.
I sighed, tugged on a denim jacket over a simple white t
