[Elijah]
I watched as the woman named Celeste got into the black Benz. The old man—who looked a little too fit for his age descended into the driver's seat after glancing at me briefly, his sharp eyes narrowing as though assessing me. I rubbed the back of my neck, wondering what kind of relationship he had with the lady. Her father maybe, from the way he glared at me.
Her voice still lingered in my mind—soft, polite, yet distant. Either she was older than me or just mature for her age. I couldn't help but feel a little sad about not getting her number, but who could blame her when I'd gone off and started yapping awkwardly? Arghhh!
"Earth to Elijah," Mark called out from behind me, his tone amused.
I smiled without turning around, already anticipating his teasing. Mark, my blasian be
