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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 61 planned to grab a hot compress and maybe catch a flick in his room but she felt bad about leaving him so she accepted when he offered to buy her lunch. He learned over hot roast beef stuffed baguettes that Cara had aspired to the stage and already as a sophomore had been cast in favorable roles. She was already looking forward to her graduate studies, however, as her aspirations had shifted to cinematography. Zach, on the other hand, found the Civil War interesting but couldn't express why. A silence followed, a sigh, a blush. "Are you seeing anyone?" Zach asked. "Hmm," Cara said, gone suddenly rigid, made a face, tensed her shoulders, and looked awkwardly around the room. "Hmmm, no, well, kind of. It's complicated." "You don't have to explain yourself to me," Zach said. "It's not my business." Cara relaxed and seemed to thank him with a look. She returned the question and he said there was no one. "Oh, I don't believe that for a second," Cara teased. "Zach Hutson single with no prospects. Makes me worried about the world." Zach smiled, not sure whether she was being friendly or cruel. "I think you have a lot of bad assumptions about me. I've changed a lot. Growing up does that." She demurred under his eyes. Zach said, "I was disappointed when I woke up this morning and you were gone." "My mom came looking for me. You slept right through it." "I was hoping you'd still be there." "Why?" |
