“Sure, no problem. Well, you have a good night, now,” he said.
“You too,” I said brightly. I gathered all my things, beeped my car lock, and strode through the parking lot. The one good thing about night classes was the offices were closed. I wasn"t thinking about running into anyone I really wanted to see, as my mind was busy thinking about everything else.
My phone made that silly sound when someone was text messaging and I pulled it out of my back pocket to look.
“DU U HV NIGHT CLASS?”
I saw that it was from Nate, and my heart fluttered. It took me a moment to figure out what his text meant. Oh. He was asking if I had night class.
“Y.” I messaged back.
“WHERE R U??”
“@ WHITNY.”
“WHERE?”
“WEST WING.” I wrote.
“IM COMING 2 U,” he wrote.
I wasn"t sure but I think he said he was
