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“What about yours?” she asked, looking over at him.
He led her out of the window, helping her out with surprising gentleness. “Just that. Friends don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.”
She laughed despite herself, adjusting the strap of her bag. “I’m not really the type,” she said. “I like my current life.”
He laughed a little. “Friends don’t look at each other like that,” he said before offering a hand.
She shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “You know. Favorite colors, childhood memories, plans for world domination. Things like that.”
“Just put love and get over it already,” he said playfully.
“So... Zerras,” she said quietly, coming up next to him. “I think we should talk a little.”
He raised an eyebrow, glancing up at her with a playful glint in his eye. “Take care?”
She followed him, keeping a foot or so behind him.
He reached out for the note, one brow raised.
She looked over at her house, her shoulders slumping a little bit before she followed him.
He raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”
“I’m the only one awake in the mornings,” she said, pulling her hood over her head. “They sleep until later.”
He clicked his tongue, debating this. “I suppose. But I need to read it first.”
It was still very early in the morning and she considered him. “What?”
“Come with me,” he said earnestly, tilting his head. “It’s the only way any of you will ever find out what I did.”
“That must have been uncomfortable,” she mused.
“No, I don’t think that’ll work for me,” he said with a small lap. “But there is another option.”
She laughed, looking surprised. “Really?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you what, Calliope,” he said lightly, considering her. “You have a couple of choices here. One, you attack me....
