Cal tried to keep his voice even as he said, “I teach over five hundred students. I have no idea who you are talking about.”
“No,” Weston said. “Atlas showed me a picture of the kid, she is definitely hard to miss. Blonde hair, bright eyes. She looks like that popular woman, what’s her name again?” He looked around him for suggestions as they continued their walk into the building.
“What are you talking about man?” Diego frowned, clearly irritated by the heat, and probably also the memory of his angry wife and her saucepan.
“The actress with her own walk and seductive gaze.”
“Marilyn Monroe.” Cal said under his breath, as he placed the tray on their table.
His friends froze and turned to him. Even Diego did not look as bored and irritated anymore.
Cal felt bile rise in his throat. O
