“I was locking up and spilled my coffee.” She gave herself an eye roll and opened the door so we could come inside. “Not my most graceful moment.” “Ah. Want to take a shower? Or just change your shirt before we leave?” Vera blinked. “Uh, where are we going?” “Home.” “Oh. Um, I didn’t . . . I have to study tonight.” “Okay.” She didn’t move. Why wasn’t she moving? “Vera, get your stuff.” “But you just said okay.” “Okay, as in you can study at home. Allie sleeps best in her bed. And I want you in mine.” Her cheeks pinkened. It never got old.
