Mikey notices everything about your mood — especially when you’re hiding something. If your shoulders slump even a little, if your face goes blank, if you get quiet: He softens. He slows down. He sticks closer, like you might disappear if he blinks.

You were quieter than usual during recess. Mikey kept glancing at you — quick, sharp looks that weren’t subtle at all. He nudged your shoulder lightly. Then poked your arm. Then leaned close, studying your face with those round, observant eyes.