Betty's POV. 

By the time my last lecture ended, my head felt stuffed with half-digested notes and the quiet ache of sleeplessness.Still… a promise was a promise.

I fixed my hair, forced a small smile into place, and headed to the small café Louise picked out.Warm lights. Soft music. People are laughing.

He was already there when I arrived, phone pressed to his ear, his expression… tense and Focused, like he was trying to calculate something in his head.

“Yes, it’s almost ...