Molly
I can’t even look at Charles right now. Mortified doesn’t even cover it. The man just heard everything. Everything Amber said. My cheeks are on fire and I’m pretty sure my soul has officially left my body.
I clear my throat, trying to act casual while simultaneously dying inside. “Uh, Charles,” I say, waving awkwardly. “This is Amber. Amber, Charles.”
Amber freezes like she’s just spotted a celebrity in a coffee shop. Her eyes are huge, sparkling. “Oh my gosh,” she whispers, clutching her mini dress tightly. “You’re… you’re Charles. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I want the floor to swallow me whole. I’m standing there like a failed human traffic controller as Amber basically vibrates on the spot.
Charles tilts his head slightly, one eyebrow raising, the tiniest smirk playing a
