Emily's pov
When we got to the diner, the place was already buzzing with a few kids from our school.
They were mostly human. The rest were a couple were-people.
The place was literally packed.
I squirmed closer to Bryson when a few straying eyes flick over to us. I hated attention.
Bryson ordered for me not bothered at all by the stares he was already used to.
"Cookies and cream milkshake with a few chocolate chips and French toast."
I smiled. He knew me so well that I didn't even have to tell him what I want.
Maya looked at Bryson expectantly. "What about me? What are you going to order for me?"
Bryson shifted away from the counter, sparing Maya an annoyed glance.
"Your tongue isn't tied Maya. I'm sure you can order on your own."
He comes over to me, interlocks our fingers and
