Chapter 5
The reporters had flocked to City Hall in droves. At the back of the crowd, TV cameras had been set up on tripods and were pointed at the front steps. Gia had never seen so many cameras and microphones in her life—not in person. It looked like they were waiting for the president. She fidgeted in her chair, waiting for her cue to approach the microphone. She didn’t have to say much, but she still had butterflies in her stomach. She glanced over at Brock, but he was looking down at his phone looking cool and detached. The crowd doesn’t bother him, she thought. Or else he’s got the best damn poker face I’ve ever seen. He might also have the best face I’ve ever seen, period. Not the time, Gia.
Looking at Brock was a dumb idea right now, and looking at the crowd just made her sweat,
