22
McKayla
“I can see if he wants to have dinner.” I pushed my file folders in my backpack, logged out of the computer, and headed out of the library.
“Excuse me,” a voice called out. I turned, and a tall man in a suit held a book in his hand.
“I think you dropped this.”
I glanced at the book in his hand, then gazed up at the smile on his face.
“That’s not my book.”
“Who is that?” Rena questioned on the other line of the phone.
“You caught me. I was thinking of how I could come talk to you.”
“Talk to me?” I pointed at myself.
“I saw you in there and wanted to approach you, but you seemed in work mode.”
“McKayla!” Rena yelled and brought me back to the conversation.
“Sorry, Rena.” My phone got snatched out of my hand and ended the call.
“She’s unavailable.” Savio stepped in fro
