“Can't.”
“Why?”
“Meeting.”
“With?”
“Professor Langley.”
Claire groaned.
“You're such a fucking teacher's pet.”
“He asked me.”
“Because you're a teacher's pet.”
They reached the first floor. Someone opened the exterior doors ahead of them. Cold air rushed inside. Claire pulled her sleeves over her hands.
“Coffee later?”
“You already bought me one.”
“That wasn't the question.”
“Text me.”
She pointed at him.
“That means no.”
“It means text me.”
“It means you'll ignore me.”
“Probably.”
“Asshole.”
“Love you.”
“Unfortunately.”
Elliot stopped. Claire kept walking for several steps before realizing he wasn't beside her. She turned.
“What?”
Elliot stared at her.
“Nothing.”
She frowned.
“You're weird.”
“I've been told.”
Claire walked backward toward the quad.