Chapter 27 — Said
He said it on a Friday evening. Not in the library — we'd planned to be in the library but the weather had shifted properly by then, a real cool settling over campus, and somehow we'd ended up in the small garden instead. The one most people didn't bother with. Sitting on the bench with takeaway jollof that Zane had appeared with twenty minutes into what was supposed to be a study session. "We're not studying in this weather," he'd said, putting the containers on the table. "It's perfectly fine weather—" "Ava." "It's not even that cool—" "The library will still be there tomorrow." He sat down and opened his container like the matter was settled. "Eat." I looked at the jollof. Looked at my bag. Looked at the jollof again. "Fine," I said. We ate and talked about nothing important
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