Layla's POV
"Ryan."
The second I heard his name called, my entire body went on alert.
Great.
Just great.
I knew this would happen.
I knew walking into a mall with Ryan Holloway was a terrible idea.
The man couldn't exist in public without someone recognizing him.
I quickly pulled my hoodie over my head, making sure my face was covered.
Not because I was hiding.
Obviously.
I was just...
Avoiding unnecessary attention.
There was a difference.
I peeked over slightly.
Ryan had turned toward the person who called him.
And then I saw her.
Oh.
So she wasn't a fangirl.
That was worse.
Much worse.
Because fangirls were easy to ignore.
They screamed, took pictures, and moved on.
But this?
This was someone who knew him.
Someone who walked up to Ryan like she had every right
