Emily caught the shift in his face and let out a nervous trill of laughter. "You're looking at me weird. Do I have something on my face? I probably have something on my face. I always have something on my face when I'm trying to make a good impression, it's like a curse—"
"Last spring," Phei said, voice velvet-wrapped steel. "In the hallway."
She froze. Eyes cartoon-wide. Then another laugh, this one trembling on the edge of tears.
"Oh my god. You actually—" Hand fluttering to her chest like she needed to confirm her heart was still beating. "Okay. Okay, wow. I didn't think you'd remember. I mean, why would you? It was just one moment, and you probably have a million things going on, and I'm just some random girl who was crying in a hallway like a total disaster—"
"Tell me," he said, cutting the spiral clean in half. "What happened. That day."
