"Alright guys, that's it for today," the teacher says, clapping his hands sharply. "Make sure you all get home safely—we'll continue tomorrow."
The time? 20:00.
Evening had crept in without warning. The sky outside was dark, the breeze sharp. The classroom began to empty. Zippers zipped. Bags slung. The day was done.
I sat still, watching her pack her books with calm precision. I didn't want to make the moment awkward by rushing. So I waited.
When she finally stood, I followed, picking up my bag and heading out behind her.
The wind hit immediately. Cold enough to sting. I zipped up.
"It's really windy today, isn't it?" I asked, trying to break the silence.
"Yuh," she said, eyes on the ground. "Sure is."
Then, from the shadows—
"Aww, couple's weather tonight, huh?" someone teased.
Before I could turn to see who it was, another familiar voice cut in, loud and clear:
"Yoh! Ruth, is your boyfriend going to escort you home? It's dark, cold… you two should walk together."
I opened my mouth to speak—She's not my—
But before I could get the words out...
"Yes."
She said it. Calm. Direct. No hesitation.
Wait… what?
Everything stopped. My thoughts stalled.
I turned to her slowly, as if my brain needed confirmation this was real.
She was already walking ahead, not phased at all, moving like nothing had happened.
I glanced back at my "friends." Bent over, shaking with silent laughter. Proud of themselves.
I stared for a second longer, then started walking, a bit unsure, trailing behind her.
And then, quietly, the words came out before I could stop them:
"When did we?"
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