“There’s someone who would really like to meet you, Cassandra,” Rio whispered quietly, careful they couldn't be overheard.
Cassandra didn’t even have the presence of mind to ask how the man could possibly know her name, but had no desire to talk to someone who apparently saw no wrong in playing with another man’s hair. There was something very suspicious about the way he seemed to stay remarkably calm throughout the whole unfortunate incident.
“I don’t care,” Cassandra answered. “I just want to get this over with so I can go to Axel.”
Rio pretended to be understanding.
“I’m sure, though I imagine your friend might be busy for some time.” Rio added. He pushed his shirt sleeves back down over the fading marks, trying to think of the best way to approach Cassandra to draw her in complet
