(Clara)
“You look nervous.”
“I am nervous.”
Anna grinned from my bedroom doorway. “Good. That means you actually care.”
“I hate when you’re right.”
“I know.”
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror, smoothing my hands down the dress for what was probably the hundredth time tonight.
The entire situation felt strange.
Not bad strange.
Just unfamiliar.
Because for the first time in weeks, I wasn’t thinking about surviving anatomy classes or avoiding eye contact with Professor Hart.
Tonight was about Ethan.
Just Ethan.
A knock sounded from the apartment door.
Anna gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, he’s here.”
“Please relax.”
“You relax.”
I rolled my eyes but my stomach immediately tightened anyway.
Why was I suddenly this nervous?
It was Ethan.
Sweet, funny Ethan who
