Mosquito Bites?

At the university. Giana slipped into the classroom unnoticed. The teacher’s back was to her. Her classmates had their eyes glued to their phone screens, hidden behind a raised book or in the cubbyhole of their desks. The room could be reduced to cinders before they realised it was on fire. Giana sat down next to her friend. ‘Kira?’ Kira almost jumped out of her skin. ‘Phew,’ she breathed out when she saw Giana. ‘I thought it was the teacher.’ ‘What are you doing?’ Giana frowned. Her best friend was usually the only one awake during Mr Elliott’s soporific lectures on Communication Research. But even she had joined the army of phone zombies. ‘Submitting my resume,’ Kira whispered. ‘You’re looking for a job?’ ‘Yup. Summer break’s in a couple of weeks. I thought I’d give it a shot.’ ‘Any luck?’ Kira pocketed her phone, rested an elbow on the desk and cupped her chin in her hand. ‘I’ve just sent out a couple of resumes. Waiting for a call.’ Her eyes were bright with hope. Giana tousled her