Aria's POV
I'm sitting across Raymond's desk in his office, while helping him sort out suggestions notes written by some students. Most of the notes suggestions are short, direct and precise, hinting on the little problem students face. My work is simple, shuffle them into groups of ten and set them aside for Raymond to go through. So during his meeting with the college management, he can bring it to the management's notice.
Sound like a full-time job right, but it isn't as draining as yesterday's encounter with Lucien. Yesterday still makes my chest tighten.
The wrecked car. The gift basket. At first, I thought he and Mara had a fight, but her expression today say otherwise.
And him. Why always him.
Why do I find myself running toward him when I try not too?
"How many suggestions n
