After their class, Wendy and Irene found themselves at a quaint café, nestled in a quiet corner. They sat there, sipping their tea, still awe-struck by the fact that they had both made it to the same top-tier school. 

Wendy idly swirled her dirty chai, a playful grin on her face. "Irene, it's almost surreal, isn't it? We're here, attending one of the top 10 MBA programs in the country. Who would've thought?" 

Irene, her herbal tea delicately cradled in her hands, arched an elegant eyebrow. "It's like destiny had a hand in all of this." 

Still wrapping her mind around their situation, Wendy leaned back in her chair. "So, what made you choose this MBA program?" 

Irene smiled, reflecting on her journey. "Well, it was a combination of factors, really. First, the program's reputation for excellence in social impact and strategy caught my eye. But what sealed the deal was when I attended a startup event a few months ago. I met this incredible entrepreneur who had graduated from this very program. Hearing her success story was a defining moment for me. I knew I had to be a part of this community." 

Wendy nodded, her curiosity piqued. "So you’re interested in startups? Do you think you’ll create your own?” 

Wendy could see the hesitance in Irene's expressions. “Did I overstep? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It’s totally up to y