The weekend came and went faster than Daisy liked. Sunday night blurred into Monday morning, and by the time she stepped out her front door, the air was sharp with that in-between temperature — too cold for just a sweater, too warm for a full jacket. She tugged Jordan’s hoodie tighter around her, still not having found the right moment to give it back.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Jordan: You leaving yet?

She smiled without meaning to. Daisy: Just did.

It was only a few minutes later that she spotted him waiting at the end of her street, leaning against a lamppost, hands in his hoodie’s front pocket....