Chapter Twenty: Closer to Conrad
Phoebe's POV
Conrad drove us to a small, quiet café just outside the school area. It was one of those cozy places with soft lighting and barely any students from our school. I was grateful for that.
We sat at a corner table near the window. He ordered coffee for both of us without asking, then leaned forward, looking at me with gentle eyes.
“You’ve been crying,” he said softly. “What happened?”
I shook my head, wiping my face again. “It’s nothing. Just… school stuff.”
He didn’t push. Instead, he stayed quiet for a moment, then smiled a little.
“You know… I’ve always noticed you, Phoebe.”
I blinked, surprised. “Really? Because for years you acted like I didn’t exist.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit shy—something I’d never seen from
