SWEET SPOT
For a few minutes, everything felt light again — just two best friends teasing each other about the lecture, the professor’s terrible jokes, and what we were going to eat.
The sun was quite warm on our skin as we stepped outside. I was mid-sentence, telling Susie about the ridiculous essay deadline when she suddenly stopped walking.
I blinked, still smiling. “What is it?”
Susie’s eyes were fixed on something ahead. Her grip on my hand tightened. “Please don’t look,” she said quickly, her voice low.
“What is it?” I asked, confused.
“I don’t want you to look, please.”
Her tone only made me more curious. “Let me just see,” I said, already turning my head before she could stop me.