Viktoria POV
I barely sleep because my head keeps replaying yesterday; Marco's request through the headmistress, my parents arguing, my father’s story about my grandfather, and finally Elon showing up with flowers like some resurrected ghost from my past.
In hindsight, I should have been nicer to Elon. Maybe take the flowers and his package, for old times sake even if I'm never ever going to date him. But it's like I told him: why take his flowers and his gift when I'm never going date him? Why waste his time?
Now I’m at my desk, feeling like I didn't even have a blink of sleep, my lesson notes arranged in neat stacks before me. My pupils will arrive any second, their chatter filling the room. But for now, it’s quiet and I can think about my life's decisions.
What if—my phone rings.
