Parking in front of A&W, I grabbed Neil’s wallet and jogged inside to pick up Izzy’s food. My grin faltered the moment I spotted Selene sitting at a booth with her older brother, Balt. Across from her, some guy leaned in closer than necessary, flashing what I assumed was meant to be a charming smile.
Jealousy threatened to creep in, but I shoved it aside. There was no reason for it—especially when Selene looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Her unease was clear. The tension in her shoulders, the nervous flick of her gaze—she wasn’t just uninterested. She was uncomfortable.
The thought of someone ignoring her boundaries ignited something sharp and immediate in me. Selene wasn’t just too polite to shut him down—she felt trapped, unsure how to get out of the situation with
