FIFTEEN
AlmaAmos pulls up to the dorm. “With midterms coming up, I won’t be able to hang out for a while,” he says.
“I know. I’m busy too. We’ll chat soon,” I say as we lean toward the middle in our good-bye ritual.
“You’re okay, right?” Amos asks as I pull the handle on the door.
I turn back with a reassuring grin. “I am. You?”
“Always,” he replies. “Love you.”
“Love you.” I step out and shut the car door. I watch Amos’s taillights disappear around the corner.
“Hey.”
His deep timbre startles me, and I release a yelp, holding my hands to my chest.
“Oh my God, Leo. You scared me.”
“I’m sorry.” He attempts to hide a smile.
I playfully roll my eyes. “I see that.”
“What are you up to?” he asks.
“Nothing. I went home for the day. I just got back.”
“How was that?” he inquires.
“No
