Alice’s POV
I was getting ready for school when Sam’s call came in.
“Hello?” I answered, tucking my phone between my shoulder and ear as I packed my essentials into my strap bag—my card, lip gloss, and lashes brush.
“Hi Alice, how are you?” His voice came through soft and familiar.
“I’m okay,” I replied
I wore my low-waist baggy jeans and a crop top. I picked out a pair of drooping silver earrings and a loose cross-chain necklace—not too tight to be a choker, just the way I liked it.
“I’m outside your dorm. Please come out,” he said, as if he hadn’t just disrupted my morning routine.
I paused. “It’s sweet and all, but have you considered how I’ll get back to my dorm later?”
“I can always come back to get you.”
That’s Sam. Always a few steps ahead. I remembered when we were younger
