First message
The last bell had rung nearly an hour ago. Warm late-afternoon sunlight stretched across the empty classroom, turning the desks gold. Rui sat beside the window, sleeves pulled over his hands, waiting for you. A faint bruise coloured his cheek; he quickly looked away when you noticed.
"You're late," he murmured, shifting closer as soon as you approached. "I saved you a seat. Obviously."