Shawn
By the end of lunch, I was pretty sure Nina had accidentally broken Lila.
Not in a bad way. At least, I didn’t think it was bad. But ever since Nina pointed out how often Lila apologized, she’d started catching herself doing it, and apparently discovering one of your own habits was a great way to become completely obsessed with it. I watched her apologize to someone when they bumped into her, stop halfway through the word, make an irritated face at herself, and keep walking. Five minutes later, she started to apologize because I held the cafeteria door for her, caught herself again, and muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like a swear word.
I probably shouldn’t have found it funny.
I definitely did.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” she accused as we
