I was dragging my feet as I walked back to the high school building, wondering if Yana had taken the same steps I was currently making.
I didn’t see any sign of her even as I reached the classroom to retrieve my bag.
Instead, I saw Maris sitting alone in the dimly lit room, our bags placed snugly in my chair.
“I’m sorry. Were you watching over my things?” I greeted her, feeling guilty for seeing her in such a state.
“What do you expect me to do with it?” She glanced at me, an open book in hand.
“Did you skip club, too?” I asked.
“No. I attended our library session. I even brought your bag with me, but you didn’t show up so I brought it back here,” she said in her usual deadpan voice that I wasn’t sure if she was angry or not.
“I’m sorry for the trouble,” I said, and as if on instinc
