Roman found me the next time after I’d just managed to sit through his lecture, barely able to pay attention.
He was standing near the path with his hands in his pockets, patient and waiting.
"Sienna," he said when I reached him.
"Roman." I adjusted my bag, feeling my heart beat in excitement.
"Mr. Blackwell would like to take you to lunch,” he said calmly.
I looked at him for a moment, a smile I couldn’t hide now on my face.
I followed Roman to the car.
~0~
The restaurant was exactly as it was before.
The same dark wood, the same low hum of quietness, the same candles burning even at midday. He was already at the table when I came in, standing when he saw me the way he always did. He was in a crisp black shirt that pulled taut over his muscles, with the sleeves rolled. I crossed
