As soon as the lectures ended, a familiar urgency propelled me toward the canteen, Vidhi by my side, our footsteps echoing the shared anticipation of a post-lecture reprieve. We arrived, and there, amidst the usual bustle, stood Daksh. "Tune rakh diya?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the question a key to the treasure of our shared plans. He nodded, a smile playing on his lips, and the world seemed a little brighter. "Let's go," I breathed, the words a promise of the delights to come.