I didn't look back at Yale again. The man who had practically fallen in love with his own act now seemed utterly ridiculous.
With Yvonne on my arm, I straightened my back and strode out beneath the crowd's mixed and complicated gazes.
The second we left the banquet hall, Sawyer hurried after us with a women's blazer draped over one arm.
"Put this on. It gets chilly at night."
He slipped the jacket over my shoulders.
"Thanks," I said.
"You were incredible in there." His eyes held no sympathy, only respect. "Want me to help deal with the mess afterward?"
I shook my head and wrapped the blazer more tightly around myself.
"My mess. I'll handle it."
Sawyer chuckled and let it go.
"Alright then. But we can at least celebrate, can't we? I know a spot with authentic Mexican food."
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