"Ms. Finch--" Quintus jumps to his feet, his chair scraping back against the tile. "Emily, what--?"
He bolts after her, his expression turning from awkward confusion to concern, the memory of her sudden dizziness the first time they'd met vivid in his mind. If she's going to pass out in his bathroom, he has to be there to catch her.
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He bolts after her, his expression turning from awkward confusion to concern, the memory of her sudden dizziness the first time they'd met vivid in his mind. If she's going to pass out in his bathroom, he has to be there to catch her.