"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?"