The week settled into its rhythm.
There were classes. The dining hall. Papers and readings. Nolan’s opinions and Lia’s commentary on his opinions.
But there was something underneath it with Lia. Something that was coming. I could feel it the way you felt a storm brewing. It arrived on Thursday.
We were at the dining hall, the three of us, eating our meal after our classes. Nolan was in the middle of a story about something that had happened in our Roman history seminar, while Lia picked at her food.
I was only half-listening, still thinking about the way Zane had kissed me in that restaurant. And the look on that waitress’s face as she’d stood there and watched me kiss him.
When Lia set her fork down suddenly and looked at me.
"I want to see a picture of Connor," she said.
Nolan
