“Hey, man,” Liam tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
“Hey,” he said, glancing at Liam, then locking eyes with me. His dark gaze didn’t waver for a moment—intense, unreadable, demanding more than asking, “What are you doing here?”
I clenched my jaw. Who did he think he was, walking up to me like some kind of guardian? As if I owed him an explanation for my presence.
“Socializing, obviously,” I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
“With Liam?” His eyes stayed fixed on mine, sharp and scrutinizing.
“Yes, with Liam,” I replied, plastering on a sarcastic smile.
“Go home.” His voice dropped, and he shot Liam a death glare. “Now.”
“Umm…” I tapped my middle finger against my jaw, pretending to think. “Yep, definitely staying.” With a smirk, I brushed past him and made my way to the pun
