About an hour before Riley returned to the dorms…
He and Snow were walking side by side through the quiet marble halls of Killian Hall, their footsteps echoing softly in the otherwise empty corridor.
The day had gone perfectly—peaceful, warm, and filled with the kind of moments they rarely got to share.
It was clear the night was about to end on a good note… until Riley suddenly stopped walking.
Snow turned to him, tilting her head slightly.
"Riley?"
He blinked, realizing she had stopped a few steps ahead.
"Ah—sorry, Snow," he said, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "I just remembered something… uh, kind of important."
Her brows furrowed a little. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing like that."
He waved his hand lightly, trying to ease her concern.
"It's just… some personal stuff I need to take care of. I feel bad about it, but could you head back first? I'll follow right after."
Snow crossed her arms, her tone turning half-playful, half-serious.
