[Kathy]
I spent several minutes in the ladies' room, splashing cold water on my wrists, trying to talk myself out of whatever had just happened at that table.
It didn't work particularly well.
By the time I made it back, Wayne had moved on to some conversation with one of the assistant coaches, easy and relaxed like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just looked at me with something steady and unsettling that I still hadn't fully recovered from.
We didn't talk about it again that night. Or the next day.
Neither of us mentioned it, letting the uncomfortable moment disappear beneath everything else we had going on.
My distraction came courtesy of my study group for advanced chem, four days later, in the corner booth of the library café.
I was just walking towards them when I heard,
