At six-thirty pm, Adira was sitting on a bench, cross-legged and watching the sky get darker. Ramon had gone to get her something to eat and she had asked him to get her a coffee. She needed to be alert. Her mind was already reeling and her hands were shaking. Her stomach felt like it was flipping over and over. Lowering her head, she rested her head on her hands. “I got you refreshments,” Ramon announced. Adira looked up, bleary-eyed and grabbed the cup out of his hand. “Just what I needed. Hope you got an espresso.” But one sip of the hot beverage told her it wasn’t. “What is this? It’s disgusting?” “That’s Chamomile.” Ramon said, taking a seat beside her. He adjusted his jacket and looked at the students still wandering about campus. “I hate it!” She handed it back. “What do you have?” “Coffee.” “Exchange?” Ramon looked at her. “No. You need to lay off the coffee. You look like you’re about to get a heart attack. I cant have you being too nervous.” “I’m fine. I can handle my c...