Sarawat tilted his head. “Anything?”
But the way he said it—and the way he didn’t let go—told a different story. And somewhere in Tine’s chest, a guitar string he didn’t know he had began to vibrate.
He turned to thank Sarawat, but Sarawat wasn’t looking at Green’s retreating back. He was still looking at Tine. And in his dark eyes, there was no longer coldness. There was something else. Something like the first chord of a song you don’t recognize but already love. 2gether Ep 1
Green was a force of nature in pastel sweaters. For three weeks, he’d been leaving tiny love notes in Tine’s locker, appearing with iced coffee exactly when Tine’s throat was dry, and serenading him with a ukulele outside the economics building. Green was relentless. Green was sweet. And Tine, who only wanted a normal, girl-filled university experience, was desperate.
“Within reason,” Tine squeaked.
Tine exhaled a laugh of pure relief. “Oh my god. It worked. He’s gone.”
“I’m Tine. I need… a favor.”
Ohm, the schemer, leaned in. “Or, you make him jealous. You pretend you’re already taken. By someone scary.”
“No,” Sarawat said.
“Absolutely not,” Tine said. “That guy looks like he’d rather swallow his own guitar pick than talk to me.”
The Guitar, the Invitation, and the Unlikely Cure Sarawat tilted his head