For a moment, lost in it, Julian's memory pulled him straight back into his high school years.
"Julian, what are you doing here?"
Cassandra stopped her bike in front of him.
He shook himself out of the daze. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"Visiting old teachers with some classmates, it's the centennial!" Cassandra delivered the excuse easily, already prepared.
She'd shed her usual polished, grown-up aesthetic for the day, dressing youthful, almost schoolgirl-fresh.
She knew exactly how closely he was watching her.
"Visiting teachers... and you didn't think to invite me?"
"I figured you'd be too busy." She smiled, apologetic.
"Good thing I got roped into speaking today, or I'd have missed this whole side of you."
Hearing that, Cassandra knew the sleepless nights plotting this h
