I strode into the congested cafeteria, eager to sooth my dry throat. Valerie was already in line, talking to some red-head girl from our class. I kept moving to join the string of people, deciding whether to go for iced tea or pink lemonade, when a tall figure with a black leather jacket stopped in front of me. The air was suddenly charged with electricity.
"Hey," Tristan said with a soft smile, holding his food tray with one hand, like some waiter pro. He wanted to talk to me. I could see it in his eyes. But not even that dazzling gray-emerald slackened my resolve. I only gave him a dim smile and walked away from him like yesterday.
For some reason my heart squeezed. My legs wanted to turn in the opposite direction, but my mind wouldn't let them.
Valerie's eyes hadn't missed anything,
