He has someone he likes and sees you as a friend. He’s just a genuinely good person.
I clenched my hands, repeating these reminders to myself repeatedly. I can’t indulge in unrealistic daydreams. But just as I convinced myself to stay rational, I got a w******p message.
Looking down, I saw it was from Matthias. We’d added each other at dinner, but this was the first time he actually messaged me.
Matthias: [I just remembered my mother said you've finished my clothes?]
My heart raced again: [Yes, whenever you're free.]
[This weekend, then. I'll let you know the time and place once it's settled.]
[Okay.]
Putting down my phone, all of my earlier self-discipline went out the window. Today was Thursday, so that meant at most it would be two more days until we met again.
After that m
