Andy studies his face with the curiosity of a wide-eyed child. His eyes are dark, his jaw is set and his generous lips form a line. Her gaze descends to his arm and notices her dusty pink hair tie still wrapped around his wrist. She tries to ignore it, considers it lost or gifted away.
Trae is a mystery, a contradiction.
He’s from an influential family and yet he chooses to get his formal education from a half government-funded state college.
She’s seen his violent side and yet he goes around campus wearing a girl’s scrunchie like it’s a bracelet. What kind of rugged, oozing-with-testosterone adult man does that?
And also, he jokes around asking random people to date him.
Trae remains tight-lipped for several seconds so Andy repeats her question. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Of course,
