Lucian hugged for a while and then he drew back. There were still tears running down her face so he handed her his handkerchief.
Genevieve accepted it and wiped her eyes.
“Sorry about that.”
He could see an envelope in her hand and decided not to ask the obvious question. She didn’t look ready for a question about her exam results.
“Would you like to come in?” he asked.
“...Yes.”
Lucian led her to the garden bench where they had sat for the first time a few months ago and rushed into the house to brew some coffee. He had finished making the coffee in record time and when he ran back outside with the coffee, she wasn’t crying anymore.
“I made you some expensive coffee. Let me know when you want to talk.”
There was silence for about 10 minutes as Genev
