Chapter 3Wednesday, February 15
Yesterday’s giddiness still lingers when I wake up on Wednesday, guides me through my entire morning routine, carries me on floaty feet to the train station, and I have to tamper down the instinct to skip across the platform.
Runar is waiting for me when I board the train, the notebook lying open in front of him. But he’s not writing in it; instead, his gaze is trained on the door, and the moment he sees me, he brightens. His expression causes a flutter in my chest—he waited for me?—and I can’t help smiling. But when I look at his hands, how they’re lying on top of each other on the notebook, with no fountain pen in sight, my smile slides off my face.
My frown makes the curl of his lip more pronounced, and when I’ve set down the takeaway cups next to his
