By the time we made it to the parking lot, I still hadn’t shaken off the tight feeling in my chest.
Alexander walked a few steps ahead with Ramona beside him, and even though I was walking next to Sloane, I felt alone in my thoughts. I wasn’t even sure what I was thinking. Just that everything felt off.
“Hey, Alexander,” I called out. “So, I’m trying to understand something. Is this why you asked me to wait after I was done with my papers?”
“No,” he answered, turning as he stopped near his car, glancing between us, “how about lunch? My treat. I’m happy to see you back on your feet.”
Sloane lit up. “Yes! I’m starving. I thought you’d never ask.”
His eyes moved to me. “What about you, Kimberly?”
I blinked. I hadn’t realized I’d zoned out again. Before I could even find the words,
