"Guess what I bought for us!" Impa asks, thrilled.

"Um," I say and get interrupted.

"Fruitcake!" she laughs and removes her hand from my eyes.

I turn around to face her and spot the plate in her hand. The slice of cake looks delicious with blueberries and grapes on the top.

"I didn't know they sold these here," I say with a growing smile.

"Because you've been living under a rock," Impa laughs and puts her arm around my shoulders as she leads the way. "Lucky for you, I am now an insider. I know all the best spots on campus."

"Is that so?"

"Indeed. In fact, today I'm going to show you one of my favorite spots."

"Wait," I say, confused, "aren't we going to eat first?"

"We'll eat there."

"But food is meant to be consumed in the cafeteria."

"And books are meant to be read in the library, but you read them everywhere else anyways."

"You can't compare books with food, Impa." She grins and pulls me down the stairs. "Also, I have to get to my next class in half an hour."

"It's not far and we don't have to stay long. I just want to show it to you."

Her steps quicken as she leaves the science building. The sun warms my skin for a few seconds and I can smell the ocean breeze. We enter another building. The lobby has a beautiful carpet in HU's royal blue, the walls are decorated with framed posters, and a brilliant chandelier crowns the room. I am in awe. I have no idea where we are heading, but I enjoy that I am seeing something other than the science classrooms and the library for once.

"Never been to the arts building, huh?" Impa looks over her shoulder to toss me a smirk.

I can only glimpse at the student gallery before I am pulled into the next hallway. She is right, I haven't been to many locations on campus, mainly because I don't like to get distracted. We finally stop in front of a large, black door with the sign "Backstage".

"Impa?" I ask nervously as I can hear singing from the other side of the door.

"Just trust me," she grins and opens the door quietly.

"Impa!" I whisper but she won't listen.

I follow into the dark room, the music gets louder, and I have to be careful not to walk into the million props and lighting equipment scattered around the large space. Behind some long, red curtains, I can see the empty auditorium.

"Impa!" I hiss, scared to get in trouble. "We are not supposed to be here!"

"Relax, nothing is illegal if you don't get caught."

"That is not even a little true!" I whisper and want to turn back, but the sudden high pitched cry of one of the drama students makes me jump into Impa's arms.

"I fear too early, for my mind misgives," the student sobs in agony. "Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, shall bitterly begin."

I can't see the one rehearsing, but I can hear that he is standing on the other side of these heavy curtains, reading his lines bravely on the stage. I could never do that, to speak in front of an audience in costumes and all that. I'd faint before my first line comes up. As he continues his overly dramatized performance I give a confused look at Impa who can barely keep it together. Her flushed cheeks are puffed up and all I can think of is the trouble we'll be in if she bursts into laughter now.

"Don't laugh," I warn and realize how it just makes things worse for both of us. I have to stifle a chuckle.

Before things escalate, Impa leads me up a set of black metal stairs and we end up above the stage, overlooking the auditorium from a secret spot in the dark. Next to us are heavy spotlights that are pointing at the cast below. It's quite cramped where we sit, there isn't much space between us and the ceiling, and the little area is covered in dusty cables. I doubt anyone ever comes up here unless the lightbulbs have to be replaced.

"How did you find this place?" I say to Impa.

"Pretty cool, right?"

She hands me a plastic fork and places the slice of cake between us.

"I didn't even know HU had such a large auditorium," I say as I get my first bite.

"I told you; the campus is full of awesome spots. And I'll show you them all."

"Do any of them actually allow you to be there?"

"Mhhh... probably not. But isn't that half its charm?" I shrug with a suppressed smile. "Admit it, you're loving this!"

"I'm not supposed to talk when I'm eating," I laugh and fill my mouth with more cake to avoid her question.

"So, princess," she loves to tease me with that nickname. "How's college so far?"

"A bit scary. And big. Sometimes I still get lost."

"That's because you read your books while you're walking. I'm surprised you haven't walked into a wall yet."

I sigh, "And I still haven't told Father about my major."

"You'll find the right time. For now it's good that you're taking a politics class. By the way, how's that going?"

"Awful, the professor is so old and puts everyone to sleep."

"What?" She makes an exaggerated gasp, "A professor who's boring? How extraordinary!" I laugh quietly. She has a point. "At least you've got English going for you, that's fun, right?"

I roll my eyes as I remember that boy with messy, honey blonde hair from my English class.

"What's wrong?" she asks. She always notices it when I'm upset.

"Nothing. I'm just annoyed by this guy."

"A guy?" she asks surprised and nearly chokes from the cake.

"Calm down, it's not like that. He sat next to me in my lecture hall today and distracted me for an entire hour."

"I'm sorry, what?" Impa's eyes are huge, showering me with attention. "I've never, NEVER, heard you mention a boy before."

"He's not a boy," I raise an eyebrow. "He's a jersey that's been lying in the locker room for so long that it's growing arms and a head."

"An athlete? I always thought you liked the quiet kind."

"He is quiet." And before she can interrupt me I add, "And I don't like him! I'm annoyed by his unorganized notes and the fact that he had to sit next to me when there were other seats he could have drenched with his sweat."

"You're blushing," she says in a playful voice.

"No I'm not!" Am I?

"What's his name?"

"I don't know? I didn't talk to him."

"Come on, Zelda," she grins, "You know his name."

"How would I know his name?"

"It's on the jersey."

"No it wasn't," I say and try to remember if it's true.

"Then on his sweatpants?"

"No, his gym shorts didn't have his name either."

"Aha!" she points at my nose. "You just confirmed that you checked him out. So, what's his name? And don't say you don't know it, because your nose is growing with every lie you tell."

"Fine," I puff, "His name is Link." Her jaw drops open. "But I only know this because he wrote his name on his paper, I didn't check him out."

Impa is speechless and just stares at me with her mouth wide open.

"Stop that, you're freaking me out," I say and put the fork down.

"Did you... Did you just say Link?"