KEIRA’s POV
It was the day after my long morning session at Clint’s home.
Natasha and I were having a Game of Thrones marathon. We were both on the L-shaped couch in the apartment, and while she was wholly focused on the TV, I was zoned out, thinking about the assignment that was due on Monday. And the worry that I haven't gotten started on the summaries that I needed to finish. Plus, a myriad of other things eventually made everything on the screen slowly become a blur.
Actually, that was a lie. The assignments and summaries were a huge distraction from the jarring thoughts about my session with Clint and the fact that I would not see him again until after two weeks. That seemed like torture.
It was a Friday, and I did not have many activities going on other than a few classes I had
