A few hours later and my stomach was growling.
I was stretched out on the bed, fully clothed. Shay was at his desk again, and we hadn’t talked in the last hour. It felt wonderful. It was one of those silences where nothing needed to be spoken—just like being at home.
He looked up now. “Want to go out for something to eat?”
I checked my phone. It was around ten. “What’s open at this time of night?”
He named a local diner that was open twenty-four hours, and because of that, it was a popular studying hangout. I rolled to my side so I could see him better. “You sure you want to go there?”
He tapped his computer. “We’re classmates, and we have a project due. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
I shrugged. I’d hidden enough for the day. It was time to face the world, even if it was a local
