THIRTEEN
HARMONY
When she draggedherself into her apartment, Harmony was just about to drop into a chair when her phone lit up.
Startled, she looked down at the screen.
It only took a second for her to smile.
Crois.
She answered the call. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he replied. “You’re home.”
She stopped short and looked around her. “How… How did you know?”
Harmony heard his soft laughter through the phone.
“Come to the window, Harm.”
She narrowed her eyes for a moment and then she caught on.
With the phone still near her ear, she moved to the window and looked out.
Crois was standing in his window across the courtyard, waving at her. “Hey.”
It was kind of odd. She was hearing him like he was standing beside her, but he was so far away.
“You saw me through the window.”
“Yeah, I saw you, but I was watching for you to come home.”
At one time, Harmony would have heard that and thought he was creepy, but now…
Now she thought it was nice.
Like he cared.
“Thanks,” she said the word and then… she didn’t know what else to say.
Crois probably liked people who were a little more glib than she was.
“Hey,” Crois’ voice was surprisingly warm through the phone. “You look like you’re overthinking again.”
Her head snapped up and she leaned against the sill, looking across the courtyard in his direction. “H-how can you tell?”
“Why don’t I come over and we can talk in person.”
Her instinct was to tell him no, but her heart, that pesky thing in her chest, had another answer.
“Sure.” The weight she had on her shoulders from her shift lightened. “I think… I’d like that.”
“Great.” It sounded like he was a little relieved. “I made some breakfast,” his voice was softer, “want me to bring it over?”
Her stomach rumbled an answer before she could say a word. “Yeah,” it rumbled again and she smiled, “that sounds great.”
“Give me a few minutes. I’ll be right there.”
