Belle Requests A Meeting

I was in bed, half-asleep, when my phone lit up. Groggily, I looked at the screen. It was from Belle.

“Hey, are you free to get coffee sometime?”

A year after the phone incident, everything had been going smoothly. Belle and I hadn’t spoken one word to each other, outside of nods and grunts when our paths crossed once or twice back home.

My body tensed. Why does she want to meet now?

Belle had just graduated, and I’d heard she was planning on taking a gap year before heading off to college. I opened the text and stared at it.

Why not?