Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mia finished the last few lines of code, her eyes beginning to blur as she checked the last pairings of brackets and abbreviations on the bright blue screen, the lines of text in different colors to indicate that everything was matched up and as it should be.
“Wow, you’re really good at that,” Demetri said, sipping his fifth cup of coffee that morning.
It was a Saturday in the real world, the clouds outside hanging like a thick woolen blanket above the city. Demetri had purposely shifted his meetings for the day in order to sit with Mia while she finished up the last of their project, the apprehension between them a reflection of the weather outside.
“I guess there’s more than just one thing I’m good at.” Mia winked, making Demetri think back to the previous night.
