We returned to the hotel, the warmth of the lobby offering a sharp contrast to the chill that still lingered on my skin. My body ached pleasantly from the day's skiing and the impromptu snowball fight, but my mind was restless.
I couldn't shake the odd weight of Zaya's parting words: "It was great teaching you."
Something about the way she'd said it felt too… final, like she was pulling away again just when things were starting to feel normal or as normal as they could be between us.
"Dibs on the shower," Zaya announced, breaking my thoughts as we stepped into our room.
She didn't wait for my reply, already unzipping her jacket and tossing it onto her bed. "Don't touch my stuff."
"I wasn't planning to," I muttered, watching as she grabbed her toiletries and disappeared into the bathroom with the efficiency of someone who was used to winning arguments by default.
