She turned to face him, her robes draped over one arm. "I know you asked, Sev, and I wasn't ready then." And yet she was ready now?
Now, when nothing had really changed? Or if it had changed at all, it had changed for the worse?
She gazed hard at him, emerald eyes searching his features. Was it just because she'd missed him over the summer, had been lost at times without him to turn to?
But they were back at school now. He had his friends, and she had hers. Two different, non-intersecting circles.
She looked away again, but she couldn't find anything to say. "You could be," she finally came up with. "You could, Sev."