Elena listened to me, her face a picture of intent and care. She sighed and gasped as I spoke, but in the end she said nothing. She sat there next to me, brow furrowed, eyes fixed on some point on our desk I couldn’t see. It drove me nuts, not knowing what she thought, but I waited.
After a while, she turned to face me and opened her mouth to say something. She snapped it shut and turned away. “Look,” she started, keeping her eyes away from me. “This will sound crazy…”
“I already feel crazy.”
“I think you have a crush.”
“What?” I nearly jumped out of my seat, grabbing the desk’s outer side to balance myself. “What do you mean? That’s impossible!”
Elena shrugged and looked at me, smiling apologetically. “If a girl had told me all of that, that’s what I would have thought. That she had
