Chapter 12

I took a cab to his apartment, feeling beyond depressed. His family lived on the eleventh floor. The building look clean and in adequate condition, but I was surprised when his mother opened the door. They had sleek, modern furniture and a flat screen TV. I suspected Marc’s mother was wearing real pearls.

She clapped her hands. “You have his hat! He’ll be so happy.” She yelled for him, I think, and then motioned for me to sit on their black velvet couch. I did come in, but I remained standing.

Marc came out wearing a baby-blue T-shirt and old jeans. He looked like he hadn’t slept, but he was still breathtaking. I sighed.

“Here’s your stuff,” I said, handing him his textbook, phone, and hat.

He gave me a sweet smile and said, “Thank you” in a quiet voice.