ERICA
Six Months Later
I slip my hand into Rupert's and flash him a smile as we make our way across campus and to the student union building.
"Are you sure you're ready to head back into the end-of-year ball committee meetings?" I ask.
He chuckles. "Are you kidding? I missed all of this bit last year, I'm looking forward to actually having a say in the decisions leading up to the ball."
"Ah, is there something you'd do differently?"
"Not paint an overly large arch," he says.
I laugh. "Can you complain about that too much when we did it together?"
"No, I suppose not. I have a lot to be grateful to that arch for. Though no trying to jump to it this year."
"Trust me, that's the last thing on my mind. If there is an arch this year, I'll be using a ladder like a sensible weasel."
"Mmm, I can see you saying that now, and choosing to do something different later."
"Potentially." I push open the door as we arrive at the building and we head inside. At least we're not going to have to do any physical prep today, it'll all be about choosing the theme and some of the other practical parts of planning the ball. I won't pretend to understand, and luckily, Robin didn't graduate last year so still has plenty of time to run the show. It'll be next year that they need replacing.
I pause outside the meeting room door, gaining a concerned look from Rupert in response.
"Are you all right?"
I nod and go onto my toes so I can kiss him. "Just wanted to do that before we go inside."
He chuckles. "I don't think anyone would care if you kiss me inside. It's not like Sami and D are going to be holding back."
"Maybe not, but I'd rather not kiss in front of everyone."
"Good point." He takes my hand in his. "Ready?"
I nod. It's going to be a few months until the ball, but that doesn't mean there isn't plenty of stuff that needs doing, and this year is going to be even more fun than it was last year.
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