Just ask already! Dare you ;) x
Tab just kept re-reading the text. He’d left the class sheet purposefully close to his elbow, and hopefully Nick would be early because he couldn’t ask (about the portrait, not about a date, shut up) if there were loads of people, and if the gods could just leave him alone, just for five minutes, then…
“What’s up with you?” Uncle Eddie asked as he passed through the lobby, energy bar in hand. Tab shrugged and carried on fidgeting. He needed a little luck right now—no, maybe, like, a ton of luck, like a luck blessing, and regretted not having made some kind of sacrifice.
What did the God of Luck like as sacrifices anyway?
The door downstairs boomed, and Tab hissed in a deep breath. He’d heard no car engine, but Nick sometimes seemed to get the bus and som
