By the time the classes are over in the afternoon, the sky is decorated with silvery, bluish-gray snow clouds. The coldness of the breeze permeates my hands. But what the heck, it’s already 6:30! I’ve just arrived at Professor Sebastian’s office.
“Just send me a text when you’re done. I’ll just meet up with the guys for quick practice.” Kristoff’s thumb lightly touches my cheek. The ‘guys’ mean the members of his quartet group, and ‘brief’ can often mean an hour.
“What do you think the professor will say? I’m late.”
“Don’t worry. He already thinks you’re outstanding.” He offers an assured grin.
“If you say so.” I return his smile. I feel somewhat relieved. “Are you still coming over?”
“I really want to, but Lora...”
I laugh. “She’s just messing with you. Let’s watch a movie. I like r
