Sophie’s waiting by the gates, which is kinda cute, but she’s back to wearing those frilly gowns that nearly brush her ankles. I flash her a smile as I walk up, and hers lights up even brighter.
“Hi, Freya,” she says, and it feels weird for someone to greet me that way.
“Hey,” I reply, feeling heat creep up my cheeks. Jeez, why is Sophie always so... offbeat?
“You got a lot of classes today?” I ask as we fall into step.
“Just two. They don’t start for another hour.”
I blink. “Then why are you here so early?”
She smiles down at her feet before glancing up at me. “I wanted to see you. I could’ve called but…” She presses her hands to her chest and takes a shaky breath. “My hands are still trembling.”
“What’s going on?” I ask. Did she finally make up her mind?
“I decided… I'll do it.
