Can we be friends?

After the class, Eve hurried to the library. She clutched her books tightly as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. After her class ended she got a text from Victor.

The text was short and to the point, just like him. "Meet me on the second floor after class." There was no explanation, no pleasantries, just a command.

She'd grown used to his curt demeanor over the weeks they'd worked together, but something about today felt different. Maybe it was the way he'd looked at her during their breakfast. His icy azure eyes softened just a fraction, or maybe it was the slight warmth in his voice when he was inspecting her wound. She mused.

The library was quiet, as usual, with the familiar scent of old books and polished wood enveloping her as she reached the top of the stairs.