Then she was gone. The door closed with a soft click.
I sat there. Stared at nothing. Tried to process the sentence "sleep in my room with me" in any context that made professional sense.
Failed completely.
"Did she just," Cassidy said quietly, "did she just ask you to spend the night with her?"
"I think so?"
"And you're actually CONSIDERING it?"
"I don't know what I'm doing anymore." I turned back to the table. Cassidy's work. The problems we were supposed to be solving. "Let's just. Can we just focus on math? Please?"
Cassidy looked at me. Her expression had shifted into something complicated. Like she was trying to solve a different kind of problem now. One that didn't have a formula.
"You told her no," she said.
"I told her to get up."
"Because of me."
"Because you deserve to actually learn without distractions."
