Oliver and I look at each other across the hallway. He gives me a thumbs-up, which is kind of weird, but endearing. It’s so nice to see him, yet strange to be so far away. I suddenly realize how accustomed I’ve become to having Oliver near me.

I scroll through my text messages and find the picture of Oliver I used for the very first #quaranteen post. I look at his picture, his cool-breeze eyes. I remember how soft his hair was when I brushed it away from his face.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

I text him: I’m sorry. I hope things are okay with Kelsey.

Oliver jumps when he gets my text. He looks at the message, then looks at me, confused. He writes back: Yeah, it’s fine. Are you okay?

Never been better, I write back. I start a message about how I want to help him with the girl handbook stuff, this is all just a minor setback, when my phone buzzes with notifications. I close out of my texts, then see that I’ve been tagged in a video, and so has Oliver.

A video? I certainly haven’t been anywhere for anyone to take a video of me. And it’s not like my mom or Oliver’s mom has been taking videos of me while I’m asleep. I click on the video, and it starts playing. There isn’t much to see, though, because it was taken inside Kelsey’s purse during her visit yesterday.