Anonymous POV
The dance had been a mix of highs and lows, but by the time it ended, everyone agreed on one thing—they were hungry.
Shane, Isla’s boyfriend, took on the role of chauffeur for the evening, steering his black SUV through the crowded parking lot as they all piled in.
“So, what’s the move?” Shane asked, glancing in the rearview mirror at Sade and Robert.
“White Castle,” Isla said immediately. “It’s after midnight, so our options are pretty much that or nothing.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sade agreed. “I’ll just need my sliders without onions—I want to make it home without regretting life.”
Robert, sitting up front with Shane, chuckled. “Fine by me. I’ll take anything that’s greasy and hot at this point.”
The ride to White Castle didn’t take long, and when they arrived, the pa
