When they were both sophomores, she began graffiting walls at school. She kept her pen in the bottom of her backpack and never told anybody about her hobby.
One day, after basketball team practice, Jakob saw her tagging the principal’s door sign. They locked eyes, he cracked a smile, she bit her lip and blinked twice.
It was the only time she’d been caught, and this was two years ago.
He told no one else. He would look around the hallways for her latest work, and when he found it, they’d talk about it the next time they slept together.