MC - CHP 19 pt 1Chapter Nineteen – La Boucle est BoucléeMore Like This
The moment stretched on, folding in on itself.
It occurred to Xeeva that she shouldn’t be surprised, before she realised that she wasn’t.
Her friends hadn’t seen her.
They also, as it happened, had not invited her.
Her vision sunk inside her head, putting up blinders to eliminate the cafe and its bustle from her periphery, shrinking her focus to the table across from her.
Xeeva and her friends always went out for coffee and cake after the last day of school, it was a long held tradition. But today, no one had been free. Something about Pip’s parents having gone away, and Liz’s mother picking the two of them up early. Kath’s boyfriend had had an emergency, and Celine thought she might be getting a migraine.
And yet here they were, their school blazers hung over their chairs, and their bags and satchels littered around their feet. And here Xeeva was, having made the most justified decision imag
MC - CHP 19 pt 2Chapter Nineteen continued:More Like This
Xeeva sat up in bed, sure she'd imagined the knock on her door.
It sounded again, soft and hesitant.
Harry, Cam and Farrere would all announce themselves, no matter the hour.
She pursed her lips, debating about putting a bra on under her t-shirt, and then remembering she didn't give a shit. She tugged her blankets out from under Todd to free herself, went to her door and opened it.
Iggy had his thumbnail between his teeth.
'Were you sleeping?' he asked in a guilty whisper.
Xeeva considered staring him down in silence instead of replying.
'I was about to,' she replied thinly.
'Can I talk to you?'
She bristled; there had been the barest touch of entitled demand in his tone.
'I guess so, Iggy,' she turned away, heading back to her bed and sitting on it, pulling Todd to her thigh despite his protest, wanting him for security.
Iggy waited, shrouded in low light. He crossed the threshold and quietly shut the door behind him. He came to stand at the foot of
MC - p.s.post scriptumMore Like This
'Do you want to get coffee?' Monica asked, her eyes fixed on the huge screens above them.
Her flight had been delayed twenty minutes, it read. When she pulled her eyes away she looked out the glass walls of the airport atrium. It was deep night, the sky was black, washed of any blue by light pollution.
'Sure,' Farrere said, watching her.
She didn't seem to see anything she looked at.
'Is your brother meeting you at the airport?' he asked quietly.
'Yes,' she now looked out across the cafés and stores. She reached out a hand for her bag handle, but it was further than she'd calculated.
Farrere felt like something of an expert on how to recognise sleep deprivation now. He lifted Monica's bag by its strap onto his shoulder before she could fully comprehend what he was doing.
'Let's get coffee,' he said, starting towards the cafés. She nodded, smiling, falling in step with him.
At the counter, he paid before she could, but she didn't argue.
He watched her stir