Practice

In the first place, Cadmus and Hershey hardly ever saw each other outside of campus. 

She was said to be the type to wear bright colors that stood out, though. He almost believed she did not even own any black clothing. But here she was, donning a dark dress with a pair of sandals and polished nails of the same color. 

'What's up with that?' Cadmus wondered. "So, you decided to go goth or something?" 

That one, he had blurted out loud, having seemingly lost control over his mouth. He wanted to smack himself right then and there. Sure enough, her ears had picked up on it, making her resume her search around the counter once again.

"Hello? Anybody there?" Hershey was close now. Just a few more steps. Cadmus felt like running. 'I don't want to deal with you right now. You can't know I'm-'

The sound of hasty footsteps, and then, "Hershey, I'm here! Did you wait?"