RISD； where she’d applied back in November； but Brown was right next door； and she figured she might as well look around。 If she could ever find anything。 It looked a lot like Waverly—the snow…covered green； the oversize brick buildings； the occasional preppie…boho student who crossed her path—except bigger。 She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to find herself looking up into a familiar pair of glittering green eyes。
“Nate？” she squeaked； her voice going up an octave。 “I mean； Nate；” she repeated； trying to sound like the mature and collected eighteen…year…old she was。 Or would be； if she hadn’t just been