I manifested at the top of the museum steps, yet Conn didn’t notice me until I knocked at the door, and then he startled. He opened the door. “You could have ghosted your way inside.” “This was more polite. More human,” I said, stepping into the lobby. “I appeared on the steps so you’d see me coming.” Conn shook his head. “Someone else might have noticed you. Next time, just come right in, okay? Don’t expose yourself, especially not for my sake.” “You didn’t see me anyway.” “No,” he said. “I was thinking.” “About what?” He smiled. “You. I was thinking about you so hard I didn’t even see you.” I didn’t know what to say to that, and when Conn sensed my awkwardness he hastened to add, “Don’t mind me. I’m in a strange mood.” “Like when we met in the library?”
