The car Maya sent to pick me up after dinner was nowhere in sight when Finn and I stepped out of the restaurant.
I pulled out my phone and blinked at the message she’d left.
“Car’s stuck in traffic. ETA 20 mins. Don’t get kidnapped.”
Typical Maya.
I sighed and glanced at Finn, who had his hands shoved into his pockets, watching me with that lazy, unreadable smile.
“Guess I’m stranded.”
“Well,” he said, stepping closer, “I could offer you a ride. But I think I’d rather stall for twenty minutes.”
“You’re saying I’m worth twenty minutes of awkward small talk?” I teased.
“I’m saying I’ll take my chances with your sass if it means I get to see that look you give when you’re pretending you’re not impressed.”
“I don’t do that.”
“You just did.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the sma
