Chapter twelve
~ iris
Ky walked down the aisle slowly, her boots quiet against the floor. She stopped at the empty seat two rows ahead of me,then hesitated.
Her head tilted slightly.
Her eyes met mine again.
This time, they widened just a fraction.
Recognition.
My breath caught.
No.
It couldn’t be.
She smiled.
Not the polite, classroom kind.
The I-know-you kind.
Oh.
The café.
The scarf.
The heavy coat.
The way she’d leaned closer, laughed softly, slipped her number into my hand like it was nothing.
Ky turned fully then, ignoring the empty seat, and walked straight toward me.
“Mind if I sit here?” she asked, already dropping her bag beside my desk.
Alice glanced between us, confused.
“Uh sure,” I said, my voice steady even though my pulse wasn’t.
Ky sat, leaning back
