She didn’t like how she watched the clock, waiting for him to stop by her class. Didn’t like that Jude’s was the last text she read at night, and the first she read in the morning. The last few days he’d become overly attentive, and that concerned her. She waited for the moment he’d disappear again without a word, dropping out of her life as quickly as he had dropped in. Today, however, he seemed content to stay. Like clockwork he appeared at break, with coffee already in hand. Indigo took the paper cup with a wink. “Glad you remembered extra cream this time,” she said, lifting the lid and peering inside. “Might have had to say ‘no’ otherwise.” “I’m not going to forget,” Jude teased. “Figure if you say yes to coffee enough times, you’ll forget about ‘maybe’.” Her smile grew brittle. That was too close to happening already. Indigo knew she could probably start to relax with him – to trust that things might actually work out – but some part of her couldn’t.
