Page 64 of Wish You Were Mine
“Thanks,” I heard her tell him, her voice cheerful.
And then, they were gone, headed to whatever plans they had next.
I stared after them a beat longer than I should have.
That was the last class I’d have with her until Monday. Where I would just teach her from the front of the class and make a few stupid jokes with the hope that I might hear her cute laugh from the back of the room.
I sighed as I slid various class data sheets into my satchel. Ireally needed to stop letting Lucy take up so much of my brain space.
“See you next week, Professor Park,” one of my students called on his way out the door.
“Have a great night,” I said.
The rest of the students filed out shortly after that, and then it was just me.
Time to head to my office and see if any students will drop by for office hours.It wasn’t super likely since we were only two weeks into the semester, but I needed to be there just in case.
I was just walking toward the door, hand lifting to flip off the lights when suddenly, a flash of blonde hair appeared in front of me.
“Oh! Hey, Lucy—” I startled, taking a quick step backward.
For a moment, I wondered if I’d conjured her out of pure wishful thinking.
But then she said, “Oh good, you’re still here.” Her breath came quick. “I-I think I left my phone in here somewhere.”
“Uh…okay.” I stepped back to let her inside. “Yeah. Come in.”
She headed straight for the station she and Brody had been at earlier, eyes scanning the countertop. But when she didn’t see anything, she crouched down and picked something up from beneath her stool. “Got it,” she said, holding her phone up. “Must’ve fallen out of my coat or something. Thanks.”
“No problem.” I cleared my throat as we started toward the door again. “You have any more classes today?” I decided to ask, forcing a casual tone.
“Nope,” she said, falling into step beside me like it was the most natural thing in the world. “This is my last class today. What about you?”
“I just haveoffice hours.”
“Oh, cool.” She looked ahead like she was making a mental note. “Have you had many students come in for help yet?”
“Not yet. But we’re only two weeks in. I’m sure the panic will set in soon enough.”
“Oh, I bet,” she said, smiling. “Pretty sure I’ll be one of those panicked students.”
I glanced sideways at her. “It looked like you and Brody had a pretty good handle on today’s lab.”
“It went okay.” She shrugged. “Mostly thanks to Brody.”
“You two seem to work well together.” I hesitated before adding, “Do you know each other outside of class?”
“A little,” she said. “He’s on the hockey team with my ex.” She looked up at me as if remembering something. “Actually…he’s the guy Josh punched at The Garden that first night we met.”
“Oh.” My brows lifted. “That’s…interesting.”
I’d never really gotten much of an explanation about where things were with the guy she’d driven home. But she was calling him her ex, so maybe her spending time with him that night was just an oddity.
Especially if she was friendly with the guy he’d been in a fight with—having dinner in restaurants with him, too.
Which made me curious. And even though I knew it was none of my business and that I probably shouldn’t ask, I found myself saying, “That dinner at the restaurant with Brody, was that a date?”
“Oh, that.” She slowed half a step, then gave me a sideways glance. “I don’t really know what it was. Just dinner…?”
