Elara's POV
Freya was talking about Rory again, this was not unusual. Freya had been talking about Rory with the same level of enthusiasm since the day she officially started dating him, and somewhere along the way I had stopped being surprised by the specific things she said and just settled into the general warmth of listening to someone who was genuinely happy about something, which was its own kind of nice.
He had texted her something thoughtful that morning, had remembered something she mentioned in passing two weeks ago and brought it up completely out of nowhere like it mattered to him, which apparently it did.
He had looked at her in a way across the classroom that made her feel like the only person in the room.
"That's really sweet," I said, and meant it.
"He is really sweet
