Evaline:
By the time the sun was starting to dip behind the Academy's stone walls that Wednesday evening, I found myself staring at my phone like it was a ticking bomb.
My thumb hovered over Oscar's contact. I had never called him before. It was always him initiating, always him teasing or coaxing me into replying, always him taking the lead.
But this time, it had to be me.
I sucked in a breath and hit the call button before I could second-guess myself.
It rang once.
Twice.
And then his voice came through - bright, warm, a little out of breath.
"Eva?"
The sound of my name in his voice made something flutter violently in my chest.
"I-hi," I managed, finding slightly breathless myself.
He chuckled in a low and surprised tone. "Wow, okay. I did not expect that. You called me."
I smiled, even if he couldn't see it. "Yeah. I hope it's not a bad time."
