Isabella
“You have to go talk to him, Isabella,” Amina says from behind the door of my locker.
I pull my scrubs on and sigh. “That’s not in my job description.”
“Being thanked for saving a man’s life?!”
I slam my locker door and shake my head. “Nope.”
“Come on, your shift doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Just a quick conversation,” Amina says with the eagerness of a little girl who thinks unicorns exist.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Not happening.” I’m not going to tell her that a conversation like that is going to last way more than fifteen minutes.
“He’s famous, Isabella.”
“Is he?” I ask.
“Don’t be an ass. You know him. Black Flame. The band.”
I pretend to be nonplussed.
Amina gapes at me. “You know them.”
I shake my head.
“Come on! ‘Hold My Hand’? ‘Freak and Fi
