Noah suggests that he walk me home, and I don’t have the energy to decline his offer.
We walk side by side, dodging into each other’s walking lanes as we walk around supposed patches of ice, staring down at our feet as if we’re trying to avoid cracks in the sidewalk instead of looking at each other.
Nope, that’s just me.
Mrs. Bristol got into a taxi that’s going to take her home only after some cajoling and promise of a good tip to take her the ten-minute drive across town to her apartment, and Noah’s the one that’s keeping me company tonight, while the two of us occupy the same space, but feel worlds apart.
Way to be dramatic, Evie.
I can’t help it. Everything is going to change again, and I don’t want it to.
“So…” Noah says, looking over to me when I chance another glance at him. I
