She sat beside him, and he sat by her. And somehow, that was momentous. Like there was, in fact, a choosing involved. A comfort, then, beneath the nerves.
She could speak to him today. She spoke. She thought he felt like she did, that he didn’t want to leave just yet.
The second bell sounded. They were late.
And the sun was so bright, as she rushed inside, that in that darting from brightness to not, she saw his hand gesturing as he spoke, and then, when he listened to her, pull at the back of his neck.