DALA
Shit.
Amber blinked like she’d just seen a ghost, and I wore the exact expression. She was the one who informed me of the school party, yet didn’t attend.
“Hey,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “Amber, this is Vander.” I tried to make it sound as casual as someone dropping off a group project assignment. My…friend whom I just kissed.
Please don’t recognize him.
Amber’s gaze flicked between the two of us like she was connecting dots in a puzzle I didn’t want her to finish.
“Nice to meet you,” she said politely. It wasn’t her real tone—it was her waitress voice.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, tilting my head with the same fake smile she was wearing, knowing damn well a lie would follow.
I still wanted to hear her say it. Amber glanced at the old man behind the counter and t
