She had an early class on Tuesdays, but I intentionally set my alarm so that I was awake before she left.“Hey, what are you doing up?” She stepped out of the bathroom in jeans and a long sleeved thermal shirt, wet hair combed back from her face.“I was hoping to catch you before you left. I feel like we keep missing each other the last few days.”“Oh.” Ava rolled up her sweats and socks and tossed them into her laundry basket. “I guess so.”“Ave, what’s up? I know something is. Can we talk about it? Are you mad at me?”“No.” She sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled on clean socks. “Of course I’m not.” “Then what is it?”She bit the side of her lip. “It’s nothing you did, Jules. It’s me. But can we talk about it this afternoon? I promise. I’ll meet you at Beans after my last class, okay? Like around four?”“Okay.” I pulled the blankets up around my chin and dozed again until the door closing woke me up.I only had one class, just after noon, so I had a lazy morning of catching up on homework and updating the blog.
