Bella looked out the window at the campus. Students were streaming through the gates, some alone, some in groups, all of them with somewhere to be. The buildings were old and beautiful, ivy crawling up their walls, the morning light making everything glow.
"I should go," she said.
"Not yet."
"Leo—"
"One more minute."
She settled back against the seat, her hand still in his. The car was warm, the leather soft, his presence grounding.
"What if I say something stupid?" she asked.
He smiled, amused. "You never say anything stupid."
"You're biased."
"I'm honest." He turned to face her, his gray eyes holding hers. "You're going to walk into that building, find your classroom, sit down, and impress everyone. Because that's what you do. That's who you are."
Her eyes glistened. "You really think so?"
