Zack stared at Kayla, his mind still whirling from the kiss. She was focused on her phone once again, typing furiously to add the hashtags.
“Hey, do you want to take a break from posting and just dance?” Zack said. “We don’t have to polka. You could teach me something else.”
He moved closer and put his hand around Kayla’s waist, trying to distract her from that blasted phone so that they could enjoy the evening.
“Later,” Kayla said. “If we’re going to make hobo formal a thing, I need to keep posting.”
Zack sighed and hailed a nearby waitress with a tray of drinks. Thankfully, it looked as though the gala was sticking to wine rather than the trendy but undrinkable cocktails of the WesterNeon party. DaEvo put small pink hearts over the acceptable drinks. Zack grabbed one and nodded at th
