Andrea tossed and turned for as long as she could before her patience ran out. She threw the blankets back and headed down the hallway. She wasn’t going anywhere specifically, just really anywhere but that strange bed in that little room. She wandered through the dining hall and the classrooms, all the way down to the gym.

“Oh …” she said when she saw someone at the punching bag. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

Landon turned, face going soft when he saw her. A little smile appeared on his lips. “It’s okay.” His hands fell to his sides. “You’re Hope’s sister, right? Andrea?” He stepped closer. “I’ve been thinking, and I’m pretty sure we met once. I thought you were Hope, and I asked if you wanted peanut butter blast with whipped cream on the bottom -”

“And I told you peanut butter milkshakes were disgusting and I hated whipped cream.” Andrea laughed. She remembered the confused look on his face from that day.

Landon laughed with her. “Yeah.”

She closed her eyes and nodded. “I remember.”

“So … are you going here now?” Landon asked. He found he couldn’t take his eyes off Andrea standing in her Salvatore School sweats no matter how hard he tried. She smiled and tilted her head at him.

“Well … I’m supposed to be sleeping on it … but we can see how well that’s going.” 

Landon nodded understandingly. “Sometimes a good walk is all you need to clear your head. I can show you around campus? All the stuff they don’t show you on tours?”

Andrea took another step towards him, her face too close to his. His heart raced, and his eyes darted all around her soft facial features.

“I’d love that,” she said with a smile.