After a few painful seconds of indecision, I chased after you. I caught up just as you started down the escalator. “What kind of music do you like?” I asked, and I practically felt myself levelling up.
***
I waited at the side of my old high school’s hall, long after everyone had gone home. You showed up, walking like you happened to be passing by on your way somewhere else. Despite our desperately affected nonchalance, we had obviously been waiting a long time for whatever we were finally getting around to.
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I will not risk putting the third instalment into words. It is something to hold close and keep for myself.
