Cassie frowned at the knock on her door, placing her book down on the table and uncurling her limbs from the couch. Athena mewed her disappointment at being disturbed. It was dark outside already, the streetlights making the pavement look like it was made of silver in the rain. She opened the door and promptly slammed it shut again.
“Cassie,” Nick said.
She rested her forehead against the wooden door, hand still resting on the doorknob. As Sindi had predicted she hadn’t been able to avoid him at the track but their interactions were brief and cordial and she’d managed to hold herself together and not act like a lovestruck teenager even if she felt like one.
“What do you want Nick?” she asked eventually.
“For you to open the door, for one.”
Cassie rolled her eyes and opened it a hand’s breadth, looking out at him with an eyebrow lifted in question. He smiled at her, unruly hair plastered to his forehead, the rain tracing rivu