The train is about to pull away from the station when I arrive, so I use my last reserve of energy after my workout to chase it down. Lucky for me, I catch it, but the conductor gives me a nasty look. Like I give a s**t.
My footsteps halt when I enter the train cab. I was going to use this hour and a half to nap. Now that’s not going to happen. Not that I’m complaining.
“Rian,” I say.
She looks up from whatever she’s reading, her smile immediate. No one can put me in a better mood than Rian. Maybe because she always seems happy to see me.
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” I sit down in the seat across from her.
She shuts that math book, the same one I saw on the table this morning, and holds my note. “Thanks for the apology.”
“I shouldn’t have reacted that
