Whatever Roman wanted to discuss tonight, he would find out soon enough. And somehow, Jay had the quiet, unsettling feeling that this meeting would shape the next stage of his life more than either of them had said out loud.
The campus looked different at night quieter, colder, stripped of the usual noise that made everything feel temporary and careless. Streetlights stretched long shadows across the pavement as Jay walked past the main faculty building, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his mind far too alert for the late hour. Every step felt deliberate, like he was walking toward something that had already been decided for him.
Roman hadn't asked him to come. He had told him. That alone was enough to set the tone.
