“Well, I need to get to class,” she says, her voice monotone. “Welcome back.” She’s being weird. “You’re being weird.” She rolls her eyes and turns back to her locker. “I’m just surprised to see you here,” she says unconvincingly. “Nope,” I say. “It’s something else. What’s wrong?” My persistence seems to be paying off because she sighs and presses her back against the locker and looks up at me. “You want me to be honest?” “That’s all I ever want you to be.”
