A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

dinner proceeded without further incident, but the tension stayed beneath the polished surface.

In the elevator back to our floor, finally alone, I let out the breath I’d been holding.

“You didn’t need to defend me.”

“I know you can handle it.” His voice was quiet. “But I don’t like it when people talk about you that way.”

“Why?”

The question came out more continue reading …