The two lived on opposite sides of the school’s social map, but the library—an ancient brick building with stained‑glass windows that filtered sunlight into amber mosaics—was a neutral ground. Rae had been assigned a group project with a senior for his AP English class, and fate, or perhaps the mischievous hand of the school counselor, paired him with Julyana.
When they first met at the long oak table, Rae knocked over a stack of books with an enthusiastic “Whoa, look at that!” Julyana flinched, then laughed—a sound so pure it startled the dust motes dancing in the light.
“Do you think anyone will ever read this again?” Julyana asked, tracing a line of ink with her fingertip.
The two lived on opposite sides of the school’s social map, but the library—an ancient brick building with stained‑glass windows that filtered sunlight into amber mosaics—was a neutral ground. Rae had been assigned a group project with a senior for his AP English class, and fate, or perhaps the mischievous hand of the school counselor, paired him with Julyana.
When they first met at the long oak table, Rae knocked over a stack of books with an enthusiastic “Whoa, look at that!” Julyana flinched, then laughed—a sound so pure it startled the dust motes dancing in the light.
“Do you think anyone will ever read this again?” Julyana asked, tracing a line of ink with her fingertip.