Meeting | Komi After School Work

We slipped out through the side door, away from the avalanche of students heading toward buses and bikes. The air outside had the clean, impatient crispness of late afternoon—sunlight diluted by the shadow of the school building. Komi walked slightly ahead, careful of every pebble, every fold in the pavement. It looked like a choreography she had practiced in private. Her hand brushed the strap of her bag as if checking that it was real.