I exited the lab building with Kay. When I'd gone in that morning the sun was just starting to stain the sky. Now, heavy cloud cover dimmed the weak autumn sun. The air carried a warning chill.
My eyes flitted back and forth, surveying the wandering students and staff nervously. Each time I saw honey brown hair hair and hazel eyes my heart skipped a beat. But it was never her.
Kay slipped his hand into mine and gave me a comforting squeeze, "I've got you."
I smiled at him weakly. Being seen by Kay like this was more than humiliating. I felt like a child. In a way I was. That's how my mother saw me. To her I was still her little boy. A trophy that'd rudely sprouted legs and wandered off.
"Yeah…thanks" I muttered while staring down at our connected hands. The small gesture of affection and reassurance made my skin crawl.
What would my mother say if she saw the two of us like this?
What would she do?
