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into stoicism.
Even cold and distant like this
Lyric is stunning—wearing
a maxi sweater dress, combat boots
her lips an ombré
of deep eggplant
and fuchsia.
I swallow hard
at the sight of her.
Hey, Queen,
Kiana says
unfazed by Lyric’s mood.
How are we this morning?
Hi, thanks, Lyric says, taking
her coffee from Kiana.
I’m fine. It’s Tuesday.
Hey, uh, good morning,
I manage to get out.
Lyric gives me a short glance
and a quick nod
as she opens her locker
places her coffee on the little shelf inside
and begins to swap out items in her bag.
Okaaay, Kiana says
giving me a small, apologetic smile.
I’ma let you two talk.
See you in first period, Lyric.
Ki, wait! Don’t—
Lyric tries, but Kiana
is already walking away.
