I knocked once on the door of Room 45 and gently pushed it open.
The room was feminine and organized, smaller than mine, designed for one person and making the most of the space. A desk with books stacked neatly. A window with the curtains drawn. Everything in its place.
Azure was on the bed, lying on her side, propped on one elbow. She'd changed out of her school clothes into a loose black shirt that stopped high on her blue thighs. Pink hair down, falling across one eye. She didn't look at me immediately.
"You came," she said.
"You left the door open."
She turned her head and those pink eyes met mine. Something different in them tonight. Softer. More fragile than the girl who had called me by my full name to stop me doing something stupid in a library.
I closed the door and sat on the bed beside her. Not close. Appropriate distance. I understood this was going to need building.
"I was actually thinking about calling you when you called," I said.
"Were you bored?"
