Another fictional interlude:
"What?"
He had fallen silent mid-sentence, which was unusual for him, and stared right at her. She checked her appearance, and realizing nothing wrong, asked again:
"What?"
"Nothing."
He chuckled in his familiar way, the way he does when you've said something funny without realizing it. Since she hadn't been talking, that couldn't have been the case.
"Where was I anyway? Oh, right. We were talking about that guy in class. Why were we talking about him again?"
"I don't know." She was still trying to figure out what's wrong. He sensed it immediately.
"What?"
"What's wrong? You just went quiet and started laughing."
"It's nothing really."
"But is it something about me?"
"Well, yes. But it's not a big deal."
"Tell me!"
"Okay. It's just that I realized you're wearing the exact same outfit you wore last night."
That much was obvious to her; she just didn't think he would have noticed.
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