The Gym, the Laughter, and the Sound of the Door Opening at the Wrong Moment
The gym had been transformed in the way gyms get transformed for prom — string lights hung from the bleachers, round tables covered in white cloth, a DJ running a setup near the far wall, the smell of a hundred different colognes and perfumes layered into something that was less individual scent and more high school atmosphere.
Every head that turned toward Hannah when she walked in with Caleb turned for a beat longer than necessary.
He took her hand and led her onto the floor. He danced with her like someone who had made a decision and was honoring it, eyes on her face, his feet finding the beat without making a production of it. The whispers building at the edges of the room didn’t seem to register on him.
