I’m sitting in class like a good student, doodling in the margins of my notebook. I’m drawing hearts, of all things, in different sizes, up and down the margins with my pencil. I’m early to class, as is my usual schtick since I don’t feel so shitty if I have to dip out early to get to work on time.
And while I’ve seen Callum at work, this is the class that we have together, and I’m curious to see if he’s going to sit next to me or not, going to acknowledge my presence or not, that I exist in the same space as him.
Ever since he scared the s**t out of me last week, we haven’t talked much. Surprise, surprise.
Callum doesn’t look like he talks a lot, one of those silent types that tend to listen more than spouting off whatever comes in their heads. Which is a nice change of pace from all t
