Flip
Hey, kitten. How’s your morning?
I smile at the term of endearment.
Tally
I brought the guys working on the studio coffees and pastries. It was appreciated, but it looks like the studio won’t be finished for at least another few weeks. I’m worried we don’t have enough practice time booked, and the other on-campus studios are waitlist only.
Flip
I’m sorry. I know this is stressful for you. I’m about to get on the ice, but I’ll pick you up when I’m done, and we’ll see if we can find asolution.
Tally
Do you have time for that?
He flies out early tomorrow morning. I’m sure he has things he needs to take care of that aren’t me related.
Flip
I’ll always make time for you, kitten.
That hits me right in the heart. I haven’t mentioned the studio situation to my family. My mom has recently mentioned getting a part-time job. I don’t know how she’ll make that work with Fenna’s cello practices and performances. And I won’t ask my dad. We still haven’t managed to find a day that works to make up for the missed dinner.
Flip has taken me on a date, we’ve gone for fajita night at Rix and Tristan’s, and he’s driving across town to spend time with me before an away series. He keeps making time for me, and as much as I love it, it shines a bright light on how bad my dad is at putting anything ahead of his job. I shake off the sudden swell of emotion and type out a quick response.
Tally
Okay.
I head into my marketing lecture. Ten minutes before the class ends, my phone buzzes with another message. I brace myself because Fenna has been having issues at school lately. Our parents’ divorce has become public fodder, which means everyone knows our business. It isn’t Fenna, this time, though.
Flip
Want to pin drop me your location so I can meet up withyou?
Tally
Class is over in a few. I can meet you at my building?
Flip
I’m already on campus. I’ll drive to you.
My stomach churns with anticipation as I share my location.
Flip
See you soon.
Tally
Can’t wait!
I’m excited that he’s here, but so far the media hasn’t caught wind of us. That won’t last forever. Especially if he keeps showing up on campus or at my apartment.
When class ends, I shove my books in my bag and wipe my damp palms on my thighs as I leave the lecture hall. Flip is easy to spot when I step outside. He towers over everyone. He’s wearing dark jeans, thick-soled boots, a black winter jacket, a beanie, and sunglasses.
