After she’s instructed Caz to walk me home “like a proper gentleman,” she waves at the both of us and disappears back into the building. And then it’s just Caz and me. “So,” I say, all my awkwardness returning. “Um, you don’t actually have to walk with me—” “I want to,” Caz says—then, maybe catching the surprise on my face, pauses. “I mean, I should.”
