know what to do. The library was quiet, the kind of quiet that made small sounds feel loud, and my heart was one of them. He looked at me, not blinking, and his thumb moved across my knuckles again. It should have felt nice, maybe, but it felt like a test. One I did not study for.“Nice to meet you,” he said. “You too,” I said, finally pulling my hand back. “I got you a latte,” he said, pushing the cup toward me. “Thanks,” I said, wrapping my hands around it.Daniel Reed sat down across from me like he belonged there, like the chair had been saved for him. He opened his notebook, uncapped his pen, and set everything down in straight lines. His movements were careful, practiced, and he did not look around. He looked at me, then at my Statistics homework, then back at me. I felt like a problem he was about to solve.“You are in Park’s class,” he said. “Yeah,” I said, “you too.” “Third period,” he said, “you sit by the window.” “I guess,” I said, surprised he noticed.Daniel
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