Nadia walks forward and pulls Kei along with her, as she still has her arm looped around hers. Realizing this, Kei releases Nadia’s arm, and for a moment she thinks she catches a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but Kei brushes it off as if she was just delusional. They reach an administrator, and after a moment, she looks up at them with tired eyes. “Are you here to check in?” Her voice is monotone and bored.
“Yes, we’re both registered for the General Studies major. Here are our identification cards.” Nadia speaks professionally and concisely as she hands the woman two cards containing their picture, name, date of birth, address, and citizen ID number. Kei’s has been doctored, of course.
