Whitty

Carol, Whitty, and Hex met at the Institute. When Carol joined Hex and Whitty, the former had already known each other for a long time. The young people often went for walks together on weekends or after classes. At first, all three behaved like friends, but after a while, Hex noticed something brewing between their new acquaintance and Whitty. The ambiguous glances and gestures spoke for themselves. One spring weekend, the young people gathered again for a stroll. The meeting place was always the same: a basketball court not far from the university building. Hex and Whitty were the first to meet. They sat down on the stove, waiting for a mutual "friend." For a while, their conversation was uneventful, until, after a brief pause, Hex began to talk about something he'd long noticed.

Listen... This question may be off topic, but I've been wanting to ask it for a long time, Hex said with a smile . I don't like your sly face. Whitty grinned. What kind of question is that? Okay. I don't want to be clever, so I'll ask you straight out. How do you feel about Carol?