It was surprising and welcome when Willa signed sorry in class. And the next time I saw her, I took a chance. She understood my hodgepodge sign for telling her the food she was making smelled fucking incredible, and it made something in my chest twist with warmth. I liked being able to meet her eyes when I communicated with her, instead of having my head buried in my phone, waiting for her to turn away from me and read my words. It felt closer, more intimate. Intimate? What the hell, Ryder?