Ch. 47 - Downpour

Seb scribbled some words across the top of his notepad—probably labeling his notes for the discussion they were about to have—then looked up at Emi. She was sitting atop her bed with her legs hanging over the edge, while he had taken a seat in the rolling chair she kept by her desk. In her cramped bedroom, only a couple of feet separated them, even after Seb rolled the chair all the way against the far wall. Technically, hers was the smallest of all the rooms in the dorm, but she had chosen it for that very reason.