Ayla
River’s car rolled smoothly out of the campus parking lot just as Yuna flopped into the back seat with the most dramatic sigh known to mankind.
“I swear, my car needs to be exorcised. It’s back in the repair shop. Again. Again, Ayla,” she groaned, hugging her bag like it wronged her. “River, let me hitch a ride. I’m too tired to even be embarrassed.”
River snorted. “Just get in. Stop being dramatic.”
“This isn’t drama, this is suffering,” Yuna argued, smacking the back of his seat. “Aylaaa, entertain me.”
I turned slightly, laughing. “How am I supposed to entertain you when you start the drama before I even try?”
Yuna gasped like I’d slapped her. “Speaking of drama… how was business class? I was about to go in, but then Kiran called and boom—missed everything. Please tell me the
