Things with Salomé were surprisingly good. Honestly, I was expecting her to slowly push me aside but she didn’t. Her behavior around me was usual. Today is the twenty-first. Salomé’s birthday was yesterday. I didn’t text her. I spent the day busy in Morgan’s car workshop. I was distracted, or maybe I just cowered up a little. Salomé did not make it to History class but she appeared for English class. According to her, she missed the first bus, which makes sense because it is a long ride on the bus from the town to the college.
“Salomé. Would you like a ride?” She was standing up, packing her things inside her backpack. She wore a long black skirt and a white, long-sleeved blouse. Her hair was all loose and wavy. It smelled nice.
“Em sure. Thank you, Val.” We walked outside and Salomé li
