Elijah, for his part, looks like he’s trying to focus, but there’s no denying that he’s aware of her too-close proximity. The furrow in his brow grows deeper each time she leans in, and though he doesn’t outright pull away, he’s definitely uncomfortable. Or at least, I hope he is. Unless that frown is designated for Luca, in particular. It’s hard to tell at this point.
Meanwhile, the guy in question is still at the front desk, a smug grin plastered on his face. Every now and then, he’ll toss a comment my way, trying to lighten the mood. And though I don’t mind the distraction, I can feel Elijah’s eyes boring into the back of my head.
“Hey,” Luca says quietly as I pass by with a stack of books to shelve. “How long do you think it’ll take before Princess Perfect makes her move?”
I raise a
