"Come on, Feli," Milo says, lazily fiddling with an earbud. "He's too shy to sit with us."
Despite Milo's pessimism, Feli can't help but watch as Moss crosses the cafeteria and buys a pot of noodles. The noodle-selling guy behind the till laughs at something Moss said, and then he starts making his way back towards the girls. For a moment, it looks like he's going to walk straight past them, but then he makes eye contact with Feli.
"Hey," Moss says, sliding into the seat beside Feli without even asking. His voice is lower than she imagined.
"Hey," She replies, not sure how to act. She's never been this head-over-heels before- it feels exciting, and terrifying. She flips open her book, trying to pretend that he's no big deal.
"What're you reading?" Moss asks, squinting at the cover. "Ah, a mystery. I like a good mystery, don't you, Feli?"
YOU ARE READING
Stockholm Style
CasualeA group of friends navigate the hallways of a swedish high school. (short parts) (funny) (daily updates)
