Elsa's POV
If we had any doubts before that Alice has a thing for Ian, they crumbled very quickly.
During lunch time, Allison invited Ian and I to the senior staff members' cafeteria, where she allowed Alice to sit with us.
Which is fine, really.
What isn't fine is that the woman just won't stop touching Ian.
When she passed him the salad, she brushed his arms with hers. When both of them reached for the saltshaker at the same time, their fingers brushed and she let their fingers keep brushing until even Ian, dense as he is, felt awkward as he removed his hand. Now she's trying to dab a drop of water away from his lip with a napkin, as if he doesn't have hands.
When he takes the napkin from her, insisting on wiping it himself, I'm not above feeling a flash of petty satisfaction at th
