he glow of her laptop screen illuminated her pale face. Her senior thesis data m

kitchen for a glass of water. A yellow sti

inner. The handwriting

ent pressed down on her, amplifying the feeling

oom and stared at the

n, bringing a rush of cold night air with him. He took off his coat and walked pa

ot eyes and the chaotic

sk and slammed the laptop shut. Th

d, jumping up. "I

er toward the door. "When your brain hits a wa

es later, she was sitting in the passenger seat of the black

he heated seat warmed her stiff back. The

t of a brightly lit, 24-hour retro

nt coffee hung in the air. A waitress in a pink

other. Harrison pushed the

and a basket of fries. Harrison or

e bite of the burger. The hot grease coate

shirt looked entirely out of place against the peeling vinyl booth. He watc

arrison had angled his long legs sharply to the side, en

is morning. The way he pulled his hand away

suspicion from earlier bubbled

reached across the center to grab a napkin from the dispenser, del

mediate retraction. He subtly shifted his elbow back a fraction of an inch, an almost im

hand hovering o

e had evaded her touch

oms, the physical evasion. It even explained the other oddities-the flawless business French, the commanding handwriting, the pristine apartment. He wasn't just a rug

with absolute certainty. He def