Jan. Week 3: Tuesday-Leah texts Jonathan back (Luck: -25, Suspicion:-10)

Leah angled her phone away from her students and tapped out a quick response to Jonathan. She bit her lower lip to keep from smiling too obviously as his replies came in—silly puns about their dinner plans that only he would think of. Each vibration against her palm felt like a small rescue, a reminder of the Jonathan who brought her coffee in bed on Sundays and knew exactly which classical music station to tune to when she had migraines. For three precious minutes, the classroom, Mr. Howard, everything else receded, and she remembered why she'd said yes when Jonathan had knelt before her, and that lovely diamond catching the sunset.

But class continued, and so did Leah's duties which she soon got back to.