Chapter 5Devante took a few steps out of the library and was immediately hailed, a melodious “Devante!” cutting through the air.
Michael jogged up to him and came to a halt, beaming all over his face. He was in a loose tank top and the shortest running shorts Devante had ever seen, a bright green sweatband at his hairline; for once, it was easiest to look at his smile. “Hey, man!” he said, breathing hard. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“I work here,” Devante managed, gesturing back at the library.
“Right, you said,” Michael said. “How are you?”
“Pretty good,” Devante said. “Just going in search of some lunch.”
Michael lit up. “Oh, hey, I’ve been craving an iced coffee. Mind if I join you?”
Devante squinted at him. “Aren’t you…in the middle of a run?”
Michael waved his hand. “I was just w
