Small Conversations
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Chapter Five
Solène’s POV
By Wednesday, Raphaël Laurent had stopped feeling like a new student.
Not because we had become friends.
We hadn’t.
It was simply easier to get used to someone when you saw them every day.
He usually arrived a few minutes before class, took the same seat near the window, and kept mostly to himself.
Élodie had already developed a theory about him.
“He’s hiding something.”
I looked up from my notebook.
“Everyone is hiding something according to you.”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m usually right.”
Chloé laughed.
“You’ve known him for three days.”
“Three days is enough.”
I shook my head.
“You’re impossible.”
Our teacher walked in before Élodie could defend herself.
The lesson passed quickly, and when the bell rang, everyone started packing their things.
I was putting my notebook into my bag when I realized one of my pens was missing.
I checked under my chair.
Nothing.
“Looking for this?”
I turned around.
Raphaël was holding out my pen.
I stared at it.
“Oh.”
I took it from him.
“Where did you find it?”
“It was under your desk.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
He walked away.
I looked at the pen in my hand for a second before putting it into my bag.
Élodie appeared beside me.
“You two are talking now.”
“We exchanged three sentences.”
“Progress.”
“It’s not progress.”
She grinned.
“Whatever you say.”
I rolled my eyes and followed her and Chloé out of the classroom.
The rest of the day passed normally.
But as we walked home that afternoon, I found myself thinking about how strange it was that someone could enter your life so quietly.
No dramatic introduction.
No reason to notice them.
Just small conversations.
A name.
A familiar face.
A seat by the window.
And sometimes, I wondered how long it took before someone stopped being a stranger.
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