The cold Boston air nipped at my cheeks as Jasmine and I stepped out of the T station into the heart of downtown. She tugged her coat tighter, her scarf fluttering as a gust of wind cut through the street.
“You seriously weren’t kidding,” she said, glancing up at me with that amused smirk. “You actually ditched class.”
I shrugged, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Told you I would. What, you didn’t believe me?”
“Not for a second,” she teased, brushing her hair back. “Ryans Maddox skipping class? That’s like… a solar eclipse. Happens once in a lifetime. You are passionate about class the same way you are passionate about hockey.”
I let out a laugh, surprising myself with how easy it felt. “ Wow. You know me that well.”
She smiled at me. “Yep.”
I rolled my shoulders. “Guess today’s yo
