My Favorite Spot

My classes were a blur, but I managed to make it through. I was certain my professors noticed me being quieter than usual and likely welcomed the change. On my walk home, I didn’t bother to look over my shoulder. If Sebastian could attack me in my own kitchen, why would it even matter?

When I got home, the apartment was quiet. Maybe Juno actually went to class today. I tossed my bag next to my desk and looked through the closet for something to wear. It was a date, my first date, so I knew I should wear something nice. But we were going on a hike, so I should keep it casual. It was warm out today, and I always got really sweaty on hikes.