The smell of bergamot and lime drifts into Winnie’s nostrils. Then a familiar voice asks, “You okay?” Winnie pries her face off the metal and finds Jay beside her. He leans against the next locker, no books in hand or backpack in sight. There is, however, a crease on his forehead that suggests he might have just awoken from a nap. His gray eyes reach Winnie’s then quickly skate away.
