Rowan asked me to walk with him on a Saturday morning.
He didn't say why. I didn't ask. We left the dorm and crossed campus toward a path that ran along the creek. The weather was cool and clear. I had coffee in one hand and an empty one I didn't know what to do with.
We walked until the path widened near a small bridge. Rowan leaned against the railing.
"I've been thinking about what you said," he said.
I stopped beside him. "About wanting to date you?"
"About wanting to be honest."
"I meant it."
"I know."
He looked at the water below. "I've liked you for a while."
I almost said his name. I almost made a joke. I caught both impulses before they could escape.
"Thank you for telling me," I said.
"I thought maybe you were flirting because you liked the reaction."
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