She shrugs.
“For the…ride home. And dinner. And, you know?—”
She gestures vaguely between us.
“This whole…thing.”
Something in my chest tightens.
“Cass—”
“It was really fun,” she says quickly.
Still smiling, and light, but her use of the past tense doesn’t escape me.
Wasfun.
“Right,” I say. “Was fun.”
“Yeah.”
She nods again, then picks up her water and steps back.
“I’m gonna shower,” she says. “I feel gross.”
“Okay.”
She turns and walks up the stairs.
“Cass. Wait. Can we talk about this?”
“There’s nothing to talk about, really.”
I hear the door close quickly—almost a slam, but not quite.
Then I stand there in the middle of the hall.
A minute passes, maybe two.
Finally, I head to my bedroom and pack my things. I try to make sense of this moment, pacing out and into the hallway intermittently, but I don’t catch her.
Laying on my bed, I pull my phone out.
Stare at her name.
Logan:You up?
The message sends.
I wait.
And I wait.
Nothing comes through.
I get up and glance down the hallway, at her door.
It’s still closed.
