She tilted her head slightly, giving me a blank stare, like she couldn't tell if I was joking or serious.
I gestured to the window. "C'mon, I will buy you lunch after this."
She blinked once. Then twice.
And then, she scooted to the side without a word, making room for me.
"Thanks," I said, dropping into the seat with the kind of relief only those who'd found their destined throne could understand.
Just then, I noticed something else.
Art… was sitting in the first bench of the row directly in front of me.
Dead center.
I blinked.
'Wait... Art's not a backbencher?'
What kind of twisted timeline was I living in where that guy sat up front voluntarily?
I narrowed my eyes at him. He turned around, caught my expression, and gave me a lazy wink.
The betrayal. The absolute blasphemy.
Ignoring that abomination of an act, I leaned back and let my gaze wander outside.
The sunlight was warm. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky. The wind rustled the trees.
