HOPE
Two days later
Jeremy is already waiting for me at the dorm when I arrive at half past seven, flawless as always in a tailored blend of dove gray and charcoal that somehow makes him look both effortlessly elegant and mildly dangerous. His hair is swept back, exposing that slightly uneven hairline that should've humanized him—but doesn't.
He stands patiently as the hostel porter gives him a thorough once-over, clearly weighing the threat level of letting me leave with him.
Finally, the porter gives me a firm nod and a deliberate, "We'll see you later, Hope." It isn't a suggestion.
