LOGINAvery's POVEthan and I were back at the usual table on Wednesday, the campus shop, the outlet, the two of us working through our own reading with occasional comments thrown across.It had settled into something after our date at the place on Milton Street. Not smaller. Just clearer. He knew where things stood and so did I and the table was easier for both of us because neither of us was thinking about an unspoken question anymore. It was the easiest kind of company. Shared space with shared purpose, no acting required from either side. I had not had enough of that lately."How is the market analysis essay going?" he asked."Slowly. I keep starting the same paragraph and deleting it.""What is wrong with it?" he asked."Nothing is wrong with it. It just does not feel finished even when it technically is.""That is called being a perfectionist," he said. "I have the opposite problem. Mine feels finished when it is nowhere near finished.""That sounds worse.""It is much worse," he sa
Liam's POVShe was outside the sports centre when I came out of my training for the day.She was not waiting exactly. She was standing near the entrance with her bag over one shoulder and two cups in her hands, the way she had stood on the running path days ago, except this time it did not feel like a coincidence and neither of us pretended it was."You look like you need this," she said, holding one cup out.I took it."Thank you.""You are welcome," she said.We started walking without deciding where, just moving rather than standing in the cold. She fell into step beside me.The thing about Zoey was that she had always been easy to be around. Even when things between us had been complicated, her physical presence had never been something he had to work on. It was just there, like background warmth. I had forgotten that about her in the months since the relationship ended, the way you forgot the good parts of something when the ending was what stuck. The walk was reminding me."Lon
Avery's POVThe café on Milton Street had a window table free and Ethan was already at it when I arrived at four minutes past seven."You made it," he said, standing to pull out the chair opposite him, which was more formal than anything from the campus shop."You said seven. I am only four minutes late.""I was starting to worry you had changed your mind," he said."I do not do that. If I say yes, I show up.""Good to know," he said, and settled back.The café was warmer than the campus shop and quieter. They had proper menus and table service rather than a counter to queue at. Ethan ordered a filter coffee. I ordered the same because reading the whole menu felt like more effort than I had in me."How was the rest of your day?" he asked."Long. I started a new job. Well, an old volunteer position that became a real job. Same place, different arrangement.""That is good news," he said. "Congratulations.""It does not pay much. But it is honest and it is steady.""Those are two things
Avery's POVI couldn't bear to stay inside my house doing nothing anymore, especially as Jade, and Liam, who I would usually be with after game days weren't talking to me.I decided to go back to school to catch up on some of my academic work. I ran into Ethan on the way, which was not our usual arrangement."I was hoping I would catch you," Ethan said."You did catch me. I have fifteen minutes before my next thing.""I do not need fifteen minutes," he said. "I need about thirty seconds and then you can go."I looked at him. "Go on.""I want to take you for coffee properly," he said. "Not the campus shop where we happen to end up because we are both there anyway. An actual place. Saturday evening. Seven o'clock. There is a café on Milton Street that does not close at nine like everywhere else on this campus does."I did not say anything.He noticed the pause. "You do not have to answer right now," he said. "I know that is a different question from are you at the coffee shop today.""
Liam's POVWe won by ten points.It wasn't because the other team was weak. But because Tate played the best game of his season on the offensive line and gave me time I had not had in the last three games and I used every second of it. By the final quarter we had built something the other team could not recover from.I walked off the field, went to the changing room, took my helmet off, and looked at the floor.It was a good win. The kind that felt clean all the way through rather than scraped together at the end. I should have felt what I usually felt after good wins, which was the physical satisfaction of doing a hard thing well. I felt it though. It was there, beneath everything else. It was just not the loudest feeling in the room.The rest of the team came in around me and the changing room became the usual noise of a win. Relief and laughter and someone's music and the release of men who had been locked inside a game for ninety minutes and were now allowed to be normal again.I
Avery's POVGerald was behind the counter when I came in after my class. I wanted to wait till after the game to go to him, but I have some free time before the game and decided to go over.He looked up and said, "There she is," which was a good sign of a possible positive response."Pat said you were back Monday.""Yea I took a few days and was back by Monday," he said. "I had a week off. My back." He straightened slightly to demonstrate it. It looked mostly right. "Pat said you came in. Said you asked about paid hours.""I did. I need to talk to you about it properly if you have ten minutes.""Yes of course I do," he said. He came out from behind the counter, took the chair across from me, and put his hands flat on his laps the way he did when he was prepared to listen. "Talk.""I lost my other job," I said. "The one I was doing at the club. It is done. The income is gone and I have not replaced it. I have bills due in three days and I am three hundred dollars short." I kept my voic
Brianna's POVColton's message came through on Sunday evening.I read it twice and put my phone face down on the desk and looked at the wall. His name on my screen after weeks of silence did something I did not want to look at too directly. Not warmth. Something closer to the recognition that a thi
Liam's POV "Which bar?"The two words came out of Avery's mouth before the rest of her brain had caught up with them. I watched it happen in real time. The question leaving her mouth with the genuine confusion of someone who had not been asked what she expected, and then the half second where she
Liam's POVI did not sleep much after Avery came home.I lay there in the dark, listened to her breathing settle, and thought about Brianna Holloway and Zoey sitting at the same table in a place Avery worked. I turned it over the way I turned things over before I could let them alone.I knew what B
Avery's POVI drove home on autopilot.The route from the club to my street was one I had driven enough times that my hands knew it without my mind having anything left for something as ordinary as navigation. It was running the same four things repeatedly, none of them going anywhere.Brianna.Zoe







