“How did you lose the answer key a day before finals?”

It was a struggle for Luciana not to smile as you scolded her. You were frantically looking for a sheet of paper, one that she’d hidden in her car hours ago. She shouldn’t have tricked you like this. But it was the only excuse she had to keep you around longer, to keep you to herself.

The semester was ending. And while you’d be back to help her for the next one, she wasn’t quite ready to let you go.

“I’m sure it’ll turn up, muñequita.”