LAYLA'S POV
Lunch comes faster than I expect, even though I spend half the lecture sneaking glances at my watch.
Mr. Basit picks the last five minutes to dive into one final explanation on sentiment analysis that somehow becomes fifteen minutes and I’m bouncing my leg under the desk by the time he finally wraps up. I file out with everyone else and push through the lecture hall doors and there he is.
Edward is already waiting and my stomach does that annoying fluttering thing the second I spot him leaning against the wall.
I shake my head slightly and push it down where it belongs.
“Hi.” I walk up to him and he straightens. “Sorry, my professor kept going. Have you been waiting long?”
“Not really.” he says, already reaching for my hand. “Let’s go.”
I fall into step beside him, qui
