Dorian had been right about Cindy.
She was already in chemistry, sitting in her seat.
She glanced up as I ambled past our table.
"Konnichiwa," she said.
My eyebrows lifted in question, though for some reason I understood she'd said hello - good afternoon specifically - in Japanese.
Ohayo gozaimasu meant good morning.
My heart lurched with anxiety.
Maybe the pendant?
"That means hello in Japanese," she said, her face filled with pride. "I'm soooooo over French. The language is," she paused and shrugged before continuing, "boring."
I hid a smile.
Once the newness of a language wore off and started to get tricky, she moved on.
"Hey, yourself," I responded. "What happened to you yesterday? I was worried." I sat on my stool.
She looked irritated a moment but waved it off. "I
