The door opened.
Lor was already sitting at the dining table with her notebooks spread in a rough line in front of him. He had looked through them while she was gone. The same messy equations. The same half-erased circles.
The same pages that had been written, scratched out, and written again.
Kuri came out of the hallway.
She had changed.
The soaked black top and pants were gone.
In their place she wore a loose, thin white shirt that hung off one shoulder and stopped high on her thighs.
The fabric was soft and a little too big, which only made the shape of her chest more obvious whenever she moved.
Under it she had on dark grey shorts that sat low on her hips and left most of her long legs bare.
Her short dark hair was still damp at the ends.
The bruise along her left jaw looked darker against freshly washed skin.
She smelled of cheap soap.
She sat down beside him without asking, close enough that her bare thigh almost touched his.
