But even if it was true, what difference did it make?That ship had already sailed. I was still staring at my phone when my roommate pushed open the door."Zoe!"I looked up. "What?"She gave me a knowing grin. "There's a really hot guy downstairs asking for you.""Like, seriously hot.""The cold, aloof type."My heart lurched.Still holding my phone, I made my way downstairs.Two rows of ginkgo trees lined the entrance to our dorm. It was late fall, and golden leaves carpeted the ground, like pieces of the past spread out beneath my feet.A guy stood under one of the trees in a black jacket, his shoulders straight. His hair was a little shorter than it had been in high school, but his features still had that same cool, distant look.The moment he saw me, though, some of the tension left his face.It was Yale.I stopped on the steps instead of going straight to him.He didn't come any closer either.We stood several feet apart, looking at each other.After a long while, he spoke first
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